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Margaret was putting on her lipstick when the doorbell rang. Giving a final pucker, she slipped the tube into her purse and went to open the door. “Hey, Mrs. C., looking good. Anthony asked me to pick you up for the rehearsal dinner.” “Yes, he texted me to let me know you’d be my ride tonight. Come on in, Ben. I need to grab my purse and make sure I locked the back door,” she said warmly. Ben was looking good, too, she th...