Bobbie Friedman had obviously spent many days on the beach, her skin weathered and tan and wrinkled. She’d invited the sisters to have a picnic on the sand with her and her husband, and Tessa had been so out of it from her midnight romp in the attic that she hadn’t been able to come up with a reason why she and Janey couldn’t attend.
“How long will you g…
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