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Kim sat at her desk, daydreaming. The telephone rang. She glanced at the caller ID number, smiled, and picked up. “Hello, sweetheart,” she said softly.

Sonja seemed taken aback, since she didn’t speak right away. “Uh . . . yes,” she said then. In the office, private things like that apparently embarrassed her. “Do you have some time? I need your help. But only if you’re available. Otherwise