Aggie lived close by.  Could there be a bed where Tara could lie?

 The rings on Aggie’s hands jangled as she opened the door.  There was a ring on every finger, sometimes even more.

Of course, Tara could stay.  Yes, by all means.  But every surface was covered with glass figurines.

Aggie kept glancing at the phone, she was waiting for someone.  That much was known.

Instead of the phone, the doorbell rings.  A collector to buy some collectable things.

Tara did not want to intrude.  She continued up the street in a grumpier mood.

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