Alan

"I knew it would come to this!" Ginny said from behind the morning paper at the breakfast table.

"Come to what?" Alan said. He was pouring himself a second cup of coffee at the counter.

"As if things weren't bad enough already—now this!" She pushed the paper across the table onto his place mat.

It was the local weekly, the Monroe Express. She had it folded open to the editorial page. Alan's gaze was immediately drawn to the headline in the upper left corner:

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