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way to the front of the crowd.
    “I got a call to bring my tools,” he said to the police officer. He stopped at the sight of Polly, the cat carriers, the signs, and the chains. “You bitch ! You can’t do this to me!” His nose was bright red, as he ran at her, raised a bolt cutter on high, and struck her.
    The police mobbed him before he could hit her again.
    Cuffed and pushed into a cruiser, he was still screaming about “the ugly bitch” and “her damn cats” as he was driven away.
    Bright red blood trickled into her eye as the police officer keyed his radio. “Get an EMT here now !”
    She struggled to remain conscious, but she felt so tired. Her head dropped onto her chest. There was a dull roar, then a murmur. She opened her eyes and thought she saw the sea of people part in front of her as if she were in a Cecil B. DeMille movie.
    Then Simon was in front of her, calling her name. “Polly!” He grabbed her mittened hands. “Polly, can you hear me?”
    She nodded, thinking it was a dream—he wasn’t stuttering.
    “Look!” He pointed at a group of young people standing behind him. An older, gray-haired woman stood in their midst. “They’re from my speech class. That’s my professor.”
    Polly stared at him, head throbbing, struggling to understand.
    “You told me to talk to her, remember? She said I should speak on something that I’m passionate about.”
    Polly could feel a warm trickle on her chin as she gazed into his beautiful, sky-blue eyes.
    An EMT pulled her hat off, put a bandage on her head, and called for a gurney.
    Simon tightened his grip on her hands.
    “I’m passionate about you, Polly. I gave the whole speech about you and your cats.”
    She looked past him at the crowd, then back again at Simon, confused. She heard metal crunching and the clank of chains falling on the sidewalk. “Wh-wh-what…?”
    “I was so inspired by you—I forgot to stutter! And they were so moved by my speech, they’re here to adopt the cats. Every single blind, old, crippled cat will have a good home.”
    His classmates began to gather up the carriers. She heard them discussing where they’d meet to divvy up the cats.
    Not my babies! No, no, no, no….
    “Not Tiny Tim. Not Tabbish. Too old.” She struggled to get the words out. Soon, she’d have no one left in her life.
    “Don’t worry, Polly. I’ll get them,” Simon vowed. “We’ll find a new place to live, with some of the cats and the dog, away from this bully.”
    She shook her head, weeping, struggling to believe his words, afraid that Simon would disappear into the crowd with her cats, leaving her all alone.
    He leaned down, kissed a tear off her cheek and whispered, “I love you, Polly Griggs. Do you hear me? I love you, and I’m never letting you go.”
    Shocked, Polly stared into his beautiful eyes, and all she could do was stutter, "Wh-wh-what?"
    At her cute new stutter, Simon rolled his eyes and shook his head with a smile.”Oh, boy.”

 
     
     
    Hot Lips: The Lake Placid Cure
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    Sandra Blake Radcliff climbed out of her Toyota Highlander Hybrid, while a star-studded sky and a full moon shone over the quiet village of Scarsdale, New York. Her shoes crunched as she walked across the snow and ice-encrusted parking lot behind the converted Victorian home, and climbed the steps to the law offices of “Big” Jim Radcliff. Despite having been sent home by her husband earlier in the day to get some rest, she’d decided to get up and go back into the office.
    Pre-trial jitters, she thought. One more look at the files, then home to bed. Despite all her work at prepping their client's daughter, a teenager with nails bitten to the quick, Sandra worried the kid would fall to pieces under cross-examination. The father, claimed he'd been at home with his daughter, watching television the night of his ex-wife’s murder. Sandra's gut told her the client was lying, a concern she had shared with her husband. As a defense attorney,