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“Yes, I will come home”

“Maggie, telephone. It’s Stephen.” Maggie’s mother’s voice was carefully noncommittal.

“I’ll take it.” Maggie took a deep breath. “Hello, Stephen.”

“Maggie! Oh, Maggie, I… I’m so sorry. I’ve treated you abominably and you deserved better and please won’t you come home? I need you so much…” The words tumbled out in a rush. Maggie heard Stephen’s desperate, urgent love for her, and her heart softened.

“Yes, Stephen, I will come home. But we need to get some things clear between us first.”

“Yes, of course,” he agreed, relieved. “I understand, you’ll have conditions. I’ll do anything.”

“You might be surprised.”

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