​     "Anne, darling," Gramps said. "There has to be some sort of telepathic thing going on here. "I've been thinking about you so much over the last couple of weeks, and now..."

     "Gramps..."

     "This isn't a social call. Damn."

​     "It's Kevin Klawmaker. He's asked me to lunch. I want you with me."

     "Of course. Where and when?"

     "You're going to hate me."

​     "I'll be over as soon as I can."

​     "You're sweet."

​     "Tell your security I'm on my way."

​     "You shouldn't have any problem. Your facial recognition's on file."

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