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It was answered on the first ring. An elderly woman’s voice sounded breathless and rather annoyed. “Yes? What is it?”
“Is that Mrs. Rose?”
“Who are you?”
“I’m calling regarding your niece, Alicia Berenson. I’m a psychotherapist working at the—” “Fuck off.” She hung up.
I frowned to myself.
Not a good start.
