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Emily O’Brien smiled languidly at this statement. “Oh, I<br />
know what you mean. We do need to keep the area as private as we<br />
can.”<br />
Betty Ross sipped at her mocha and smiled imperceptibly.<br />
“If it wasn’t for these damn insects and bugs it would be<br />
paradise out here, you know?” Emily O’Brien said.<br />
“Well, they were here before we were, you know!”<br />
Emily O’Brien smiled at her neighbor and stared out the<br />
screened-in porch. She had ascertained from her husband, who<br />
worked with Stephen Ross at Lockheed Martin, that Betty Ross was<br />
part Cherokee Indian, which she had considered a romantic idea<br />
at the time, but now she wondered if the woman weren’t just a<br />
little too strange for her taste. She was about to light a<br />
cigarette when Betty Ross quickly interjected, “Oh, I wish you<br />
wouldn’t—please.”<br />
“Oh … what … you mean my cigarette?”<br />
“Yes—and thank you very much for not smoking,” Ross<br />
replied, smiling.<br />
O’Brien kept the cigarette between her second and third<br />
fingers but didn’t light it, instead crossing her legs and<br />
leaning towards her neighbor to lower her voice, as if someone<br />
would hear them. “Of course dear, I won’t smoke if it bothers<br />
you. Oh Betty, by the way, could you please let me in on your<br />
secret?”<br />
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