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ROBERT REED THE MYRTLE MAN He had a pleasant face, in a reliable, unhandsome way, and his warm brown eyes and easy smile made Amy want to believe the best in him. His name was Jacob Tumbull, the crisp brown uniform and two IDs proving that he came from the library dealership. Gazing at the camera above the sealed front door, he said, "You have myrtle problems, as I understand it." He lowered his passport, then brightened his smile. "Something about John Wayne riding into battle on a fire-breathing dragon. Is that right, Ms. Taylor?" "Oh," she exclaimed, "it's a lot more than that." Referring to the reader on his belt, he laughed and said, "And something about the shape of the world, too." "It's round," she blurted. "Yes, ma'am. I know." Amy said, "But my son |
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