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a sec! Keep her in check, and I'll call you back!" He hung up abruptly, then gripped his wife's arm, "Karen, letexplain!" "Explain what? First, tell me, who's this woman you're talking about!" Jeffrey hesitated, only to hear Karen continue, "Jeffrey, if you dare to lie totoday, it's over between us! And forget about seeing our daughter ever again!"

hand, "You're the only one for me!" Karen glared at him, "Don't think you can smooth talk your way out of this. Get to the point." "It's about Everett." At the mention of Everett, Karen's expression turned even more guarded and shocked, "Quincy and Everett got involved?!" She remembered Dorothy telling her about the Lopez family arranging for Quincy to marry Everett! "No! Oh gosh, it's complicated. Everett askednot

Dorothy?" Karen wasn't interested in Everett's affairs, but now that he was with her best friend, she felt obliged to keep an eye out! Jeffrey was stumped by the question and didn't know how to

Karen's tone becstern, as if interrogating a criminal, "Tellthe truth, is Quincy... does she have something with Everett? Did Everett betray Dorothy?" Jeffrey was so startled by the accusation that he nearly jumped. "How could that be?! Everett would die for Dorothy! How could he ever betray her?" "Then explain, what's going on? You need to lay it all out clearly!" Karen sat on the edge of the bed, determined not to end the el.n conversation until everything was clarified. Jeffrey licked his now dry lips and finally shrugged in defeat. "It's Dorothy, She got sick, you see? Then Everett wanted Quincy to treat her, but Quincy refused, so we... we took smeasures." He was half-truthing, mainly worried that revealing the poisoning to Karen

illness?" Karen had only noticed her friend seemed a bit depressed but was unaware of any illness. They were all keeping it from