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was hired to be the property manager, not me." I was shocked to hear a daughter shift blame

toward her own father.

Felix grunted.

"Don't worry. I'll be talking with him shortly.

Let's first get this place liveable. There's a young girl

going to be living here now."

"Well, don't blame me if it turns back to a

pigsty before you even drive away," she muttered and

charged past me down the hallway to a closet. She

jerked it open and pulled out a pail and a mop, glared

back at us and continued into another room, probably

the kitchen. I had yet to explore the downstairs. Felix watched her and then walked slowly to

the living room doorway, where I stood waiting.

Great-aunt Frances either hadn't heard the commotion

or had ignored it. She was still transfixed on her soap

opera.

"Miss Wilkens," Felix said.

She just waved at him. He looked at me

quizzically. I smiled and shrugged. Finally, the

commercial came on and she turned to us.

"Oh, are you all unpacked, dear?" she asked. "Not yet. I had to find the bathroom first. Is that

the one I'll be using, the one across the hall?" "Yes, it is. We'll arrange it together. Now that

you're here. I'll have to get myself more organized,"

she said. "I'll have to be more like Emma."

More organized? I don't see any order, I I

thought,

"You mentioned you were going to make her

some lunch," Felix said.

"Lunch? Oh, right, lunch. In a few minutes.

Debbie has just learned that her sister's child is her


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