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Tyne felt her heart sink to the top of her loafers. “So what’s to be
done?”
She heard Millie sigh. “We’ll do the best we can, that’s all. I’ll be
there whenever they need me, you can rest assured of that. And Jeff
Milligan won’t get away with any of his nonsense when I’m around.”
Hearing the old feistiness in her aunt’s voice, Tyne almost laughed.
But she sobered quickly. She knew what had to be done. Why had she
asked? A fleeting vision of the future made her weak in the knees as
she saw herself, a few years down the road, as another Miss Stevenson.
Nevertheless, her voice was clear and firm. “I’m coming home to
stay, Aunt Millie. I’ll be on the bus tomorrow afternoon.”
Manolis Aligizakis 