Falling for a John
Avery, with a touch of sarcasm, asked, "Will you throw flowers at my funeral?"
Willow started to smile. "Only roses. And you, my dear."
"Of course, sister," Avery replied, exhaling. The conversation between the Walsh girls was strange and slightly captivating.
"Goodbye, Avery."
"Goodbye, Willow."
They hung up the phone.
Perry finally lifted his face from his hands. "I love the Walshs," he smirked.
I interjected, "That's what you call blind, foolish loyalty. One of them may have just jeopardized our jobs."
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