"This old thing?" Amanda glanced down at her shimmering summer dress and plucked at the floral skirt as her sweater slipped to the floor. "What are you doing here, and why are you all dressed up?" She snapped the door shut and turned to survey her friend. June days in the little coastal town of Coral Cove usually started out overcast and ended that way. Michelle peered outside at the once-sunny day now shrouded in a slow-moving fog rolling in from the beach. Michelle swung open the door, and Amanda charged across the threshold, gripping her upper arms, a sweater draped around her shoulders. Twitching back the curtain on the window, she blew out a deep breath and waved at Amanda, her best friend.Īmanda banged on the door and yelled, "Don't just stand there gawking. She dropped the math quizzes she had to grade on top of the computer and crept to the door. She jumped at the sharp rap on her front door and slammed her laptop shut, as if that could banish the disturbing email from her mind. She didn't know if the message contained more content than the insidious question, and she didn't want to find out. And just like last month, she deleted the email without opening it or reading it and then cleared her delete folder.
Like mother, like daughter?ĭifferent unknown sender from last month, same message. The words in the subject line punched her in the gut.
Maybe Alec Wright, the computer teacher at school, could suggest a better spam filter, one that didn't allow this garbage to slip through to her in-box.Īs her cursor hovered over the next message, a breath of apprehension puffed against the nape of her neck and her hand trembled. Michelle Girard snorted as she deleted the unopened email, sending it to the black hole of cyberspace. No, I do not need a lifetime supply of Viagra.
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