The Promotion Folder That Stopped Emily Whitlock’s Celebration Cold
The new one did.
I did not yet know who had caused the change, or whether anyone had intended to make an unfinished process look complete.
That evening, the Whitlock family kitchen smelled of Linda’s baked chicken and the lemon polish she used on the dining table before company arrived.
Place cards covered one end of the counter.
Emily had written the names in blue ink, and Richard was arranging them by table number.
“Put the officers nearest the stage, sweetheart,” Linda told Emily.
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