“Somebody’s here to see you,” she said, as though annoyed. “Male or female?” “Male. It’s—” “Does he look like a Jehovah’s Witness?” She blinked in surprise. “Um, no. Do we suddenly have a problem with Jehovah’s Witnesses?” “Oh, no. Not at all. I closed the door on a couple this morning. Thought they might send their homies after me.” She shook her head. “It’s your uncle Bob.” “Even worse. Tell him I’m out.” “And who do you suppose he’s going to think I’ve been talking to all this time?” “Besides,” Uncle Bob said, pushing past Cookie, “I heard your voice.” He leveled a chastising glare on me.
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