Relieved, Flossie sighed.

“Thank goodness.

“Flossie…” Stella’s voice trailed off.

Flossie waited but Stella stayed silent.

A knot of anxiety formed in Flossie’s stomach.

“What’s up? Spit it out.

“I’ve got something to ask you,” Stella finally blurted out, sounding uneasy.

Flossie’s nerves kicked into high gear.

“What’s going on? Lay it on me.

“When did you cross paths with Mr.

Hanson? You know, the guy from your hospital room last time.

” Stella’s tone held a hint of caution.

or anything but he seems a bit

just worried

misunderstanding, Flossie cut in

“Nothing fishy with Mr.

Hanson.

was in a jam, and

lent a

hit it

rescued me at the resort that

“Gotcha.

a sigh of

“Mr.

Hanson’s a stand-up guy.

Flossie nodded in agreement.

chatted for a bit until Flossie suddenly felt

the call

she dashed to the bathroom and emptied

rinsed her

the clock, it had been almost two hours

wondered how

that in mind, she dialed

rang out with no

tried twice more but yielded the

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