We went upstairs to my living room to talk. She'd never been real fond of me. But here she was pleading with me to not press any charges. And while I was at it, I could give back her mother's earrings.
"I don't have the earrings." I said. "And they aren't in the closet where she was looking for them. My girlfriend and I cleaned it out the night before."
"Are you sure she didn't take them?" Mrs. NBN asked.
"Get the hell out of here." I said.
At least it was a brief encounter.
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