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The Yellow Spirit seethed behind Opal's placid façade. "You are stalling."

As she walked between her father's two best friends, she was glad the Yellow Spirit had not made himself manifest. She replied without a sound. "You told me to use my discretion. I'm feeling them out. So far, I don't know a thing about either one of them, except they knew my father. How do you expect me to turn them to your will if I don't know what makes them tick?"

"They are musicians. Blues players. Their head is turned by a beautiful woman. Use your charms."

Opal didn't blush, though she knew a normal girl her age would have. Instead, she replied, "That's hardly proper behavior for a young lady."

"There is a reason why few yo...

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