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“S.E.C.R.E.T. has had a marvelous run. Almost forty years. We have another few years in us, I
think. We’ll make them really count. And if needed, we have one more painting, though it’s one I hope
not to part with.”
She shook off the sad turn of events, then gave me a genuine smile.
“You’d have made a terrific Guide, Dauphine. But we’ll be in touch. I want to know how you’re
doing, how every little thing’s going. I’m sure Cassie will want that too.”
“You don’t know what y’all have done for me, Matilda. You’ve given me back my spirit, my joy. I
can’t tell you how grateful I am that this organization exists.”
I came around the desk to squeeze her tight. As much as I loved this place and all its magic, I
couldn’t wait to get back to my dusty hovel and my tidy store and my wonderful customers and the
lovely Elizabeth.
And Mark.
My man was waiting for me outside in the sun, his hair a wreck, his smile delicious, his arms
warm, his stomach growling madly.
“Baby, I need a big fat greasy omelette, I need home fries, I need bacon, I need toast,” he said,
kissing my neck. “And I need you.”
This wasn’t a fantasy. This was real. Look what happens when you let go of control and make a
little room, I thought. The whole wide world rushes to you.
“You read my mind. Let’s get out of here.”