It was night. An incoming storm was tossing the trees outside. The windchimes clattered a weird and chaotic melody. Rain hadn't yet started to fall. Not quite a dark and stormy night, but almost. I was tired from working on the review of a manuscript. I'd tossed it aside and taken up solitaire on my iPad while downing hot camomile tea so I could sleep -- at some point, hopefully. My mind was furiously trying to solve the puzzle of Mary. Trying to understand what made her tick, what thoughts went through her head.
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