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Glancing through the mail as she steps into the mansion, Ann pauses as she sees a vaguely familiar logo on an envelope. Setting the rest of the mail aside, she quickly extracts the heavy stationery and opens it to scan the contents.
The words pull her back to her time in college, juggling an intense course load while continuing her other studies with Mrs. Baylock. But she easily remembers the boisterous, and often bawdy, redhead she met in a freshman level psych class. Despite the glaring differences in their backgrounds, they'd become relatively easy friends, something that deepened when Jeffrey and Alissa had died.
She remembers Fancy mentioning the desire to help keep other girls from living the life she had, but when they'd graduated with their baccalaureates in business, life had separated the two young women rather decisively. Oh, they still sent holiday cards to each other, of course, but that was a polite formality only.
Or so she thought. This newsletter is different. It seems Fancy finally made good on her dreams of that halfway house. Setting the letter at the top of the mail stack, she makes a mental note to send a sizable donation.