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Chapter 20
Because of the Thanksgiving holiday, Victoria had scheduled her on a Monday morning in her St. Petersburg office. Layla hadn’t experienced any new memories in a week. She lay on Victoria’s couch in her office, letting herself slip into the state of relaxed hypnosis.
She didn’t see anything for what felt like forever, and then the sound of glasses and dishes clinking filled her ears. Chattering could be heard as a vision appeared in her mind’s eye. She was sitting at a long dining room table with two black women and three black men. One of them was Hugo Mitchell. The others she didn’t recognize. The tablecloth was thick and white. Red china and crystal glasses were used for the place settings. A large, well-browned turkey was in the middle of the table. Dressing, macaroni and cheese, green beans, and mashed po
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