The stage suspended Susan, singing “Shame, Shame, Shame.” She saw someone and suddenly stopped, surprised to see Stacy, Susan’s step-sister from the southern states, and a semi-skillful secretary. Susan signaled the second singer to start, and skipped the stairs to Stacy’s seat.
Susan squeezed Stacy, and started sniffing. “Something smells super,” she said.
“Sweet sassafras scent,” Stacy stated, showing Susan the special souvenir from Stacy’s satchel.
“Spectacular.” It’s so swell to see Stacy, Susan sensed.
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