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She quickly gestured to Mortimer Quincy, then answered the call. "Dad, my throat’s fine. Some dust just blew into my mouth. Yeah, we’re on our way. You don’t have to pick us up; we’ll be home soon."
She hung up and urged, "Let’s hurry home. Dad’s rushing me."
It was already half-past nine when they arrived home. Holly Winslow looked at the steaming hot dishes on the table and froze for a moment. "Dad, you haven’t eaten yet?"
"I got home a little late."
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