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"Indisposed," Al said. "Drunk already is he? I told you not to invite him." "Madelyn, he's my brother." "I used to have a brother. A twin in fact. Mother always said I ate him in the womb." She smiled and turned to Hannah. "Give me a kiss for the camera." Both women puckered up for a wet one and Al played the shocked husband to a tee while the guests laughed and cheered, and the flash went off. Even if no other pictures made it to the outside world, something told me this one would be on the front page of every Canadian daily. "Madelyn, my dear." Donny Robinson sauntered into the room, arms out, a wide grin on his broad, ruddy face. "So sorry I'm late." She offered him a cheek, but without warning he bent her over his arm and kissed her hard on the mouth, shutting the crowd up completely. I reached for my tape recorder. Some things were too important to trust to memory alone. "Enjoying the party?" I dropped the recorder back in my pocket, hearing the crack of Madelyn's hand against Donny's cheek as I swung around. A man in a white shirt with a black bow tie smiled down at me. He had the greenest eyes I'd ever seen, which I immediately put down to contact lenses. But I couldn't find a way to dismiss the rest of his features so easily: square jaw, dark hair and a smile that looked genuine enough. I smiled back, wondering where he'd been during Jill's orientation, and why he wasn't carrying a tray either. "What are you doing out here?" he asked.
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