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Part Three - Not Yet Titled

 I’m posting this in installments, since I'm still learning to use voice-recognition software.  Thanks for your patience as I recuperate from surgery.  __________________________________________________________

She looked down the hall, where the door to the master bedroom stood open, as usual.  The door to the guest room, which had been securely latched at 7:00 AM, was open. Another ring discolored the beige berber that covered the hall floor, spreading into the deep plush she’d had installed in the guest room last summer, in preparation for her mother’s visit.

Her eyes fixed on the open door, she walked the length of the hall, stopping at the guest room’s entrance.  Tess was curled in a ball at the head of the bed.  She appeared to be sleeping.

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