She watched as a black sedan pulled up to the curb in front of her mother’s house. The tire on the front passenger side hit the crumbled part of the concrete, tiddlywinking stones onto the crabgrass front yard.
A man in a crisp, light blue dress shirt and sharp pressed khakis stepped out of the car, put on a pair of dark framed sunglasses and straightened his already arrow straight tie. He paused by the back of the car as he took in the area around him. After doing a slow one eighty, he focused his shaded eyes on her.
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