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The next morning, very early, a stretch limo pulled up outside the Wheatly homestead. Sharon pushed Susan outside and all but dragged her half-asleep sister into the limo. “It’s too early,” Susan groaned. “Yeah, well, we have to get to Pasadena to get the others, then get across town in rush hour traffic,” Sharon answered …