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“A casserole,” Agnes said. “Tuna noodle. Your favorite.”

Derek’s face went pale. He typed something. Then he said a strange thing: “Mrs. Kowalski, have you spoken to Ruth?” credit union checking account clawson

“They took everything,” Agnes said.

She slid a finger under the flap, pulled out the single page, and read the line that made her coffee turn to acid in her throat. “A casserole,” Agnes said