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“Okay, we need to get in contact with
her friends.” Why on earth didn’t I think
of that? We could have saved ourselves
the stress. I move over to my handbag
and get my phone. I dial the number
Willow gave me for her friend Beatrice.
She answers on the first ring.
"Hey," she says in an overly
cheerful way teen girls do. I put the call
on speaker so everyone can hear.
