![]() ![]() I’m really not looking forward to being drowned in corn syrup.” Haley set the timer back on the countertop-where it belonged-and opened the refrigerator. Who needs common sense when you have ambition?” ![]() This afternoon’s rehearsal had been particularly grueling. Colfax will drop it?” She marched straight to the kitchen, slinging her backpack onto its black-and-white checkerboard floor. Haley went inside, and the screen door banged closed behind her. The day had been cold, but the plastic eggshell was warm. Which one of them had left it here? The decaying porch boards sagged and splintered beneath Haley’s shifting weight as she picked up the timer. Her mother was still at work, too, a dental technician at the only practice in town. Far in the distance, a red combine rolled through the sallow cornfields. Haley Whitehall glanced over her shoulder, as if expecting someone behind her. The egg-shaped timer was on the welcome mat when she came home. ![]()
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