Paul pulled his truck into the main entrance of Cypress Woods, and waved at the joggers that circled the man-made lake. He stopped by the mailbox at the foot of his driveway and collected the mail. He smiled when he saw that Darla’s red SUV was not parked in the garage, and when he climbed from his truck, gathering up his briefcase, his coat, and the various coupon catalogues and junk mail envelopes, he walked right up to the front door, which had been painted just the right shade of hunter green that Darla liked, and he unlocked it with his keys, and he let himself in to the hardwood foyer.
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