“Listen. I’m totally serious,” says Peter earnestly. “I would like to hire you to wear an evening dress and greet the customers.” “Now don’t be naughty, Peter!” Lorna is standing with her partially clenched fists resting knuckles inward on her hips, arms akimbo. A colorful scarf peeks out around her
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