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“Hey, Violet, didn’t you work for this guy?”
Violet looked at the newspaper photo Benedict was displaying. “Yes, last year. When I left, he said I had inspired him.”
“He’s a novelist. You’d think he’d learn to type.”
“Oh, he could, until he broke his arm. I picked up where he left off.”
“Oh.” He blushed. “Well, anyway. They just published his new novel. Big release party yesterday.”
Erica read over his shoulder. “What’s it called? … Oh.” She flushed, looking at Violet. She looked … upset?
Iris looked up. “Well, what is it called?”
“Um.” Benedict squirmed. “A Farewell to Arms.”