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On the Sunday before Marni’s funeral, which was to be held the following Tuesday, Jean was flying back to Dallas to face Edgar’s mother and file the divorce papers. She would get them through the court before quitting so the divorce couldn’t be stopped. The Rowlings were evil enough to have a judge under Colleen’s claws that would approve the papers the same day.

“Good luck, Milli. Take care of those little angels.” Jean hugged her. “In a few years, you can go back to doing your cake contests. If I’m still around, I promise I’ll watch the Foodie Network for you. But if you ever run across the Rowlings, just lie and tell them Emily and Jr are not their kids. They can’t make you give them a DNA sample without a court order, and a judge will need more than hearsay to order it. Show the judge those pictures of bachelor number two we doctored the dates on. The pictures of Edgar in compromising positions should be enough to discourage them from bothering you, especially if you thr