Annie said. “So I started looking into it. She made good money, but a lot of it, in big chunks, was going to this person in Switzerland, and you just can’t access those records quickly. No wonder she could afford to charge next to nothing for dance lessons.” “Switzerland? Who did she know in Switzerland?” Vera said, putting her glass of wine down next to her ever-brimming Elizabeth scrapbook. She’d have to start another one soon. Now that she was staying with Jon and Beatrice, she had a bit more time to scrapbook. “Yeah, I don’t know, but she knew people from all over the world,” Annie said and shrugged. “Strange. Maybe someone was blackmailing her. But for what?” “DeeAnn, move that plate over. You are going spill that dip on your album,” Sheila said, looking up from her computer screen. “For God’s sake,” DeeAnn said. “I’m a big girl. I can handle my dip.” But she moved her plate over, anyway. The women sat quietly and listened to Adele singing in the background.
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