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      “How can a lack of men be sexy?” Gladys asked.

      Just then there was a timid knock on the open door. Charity turned and saw a tiny, dark-haired young woman standing in the entrance to the conference room. Marsha had said Tiffany was in her twenties, but she could easily have passed for thirteen. She had big eyes, long dark hair and an earnest expression that made Charity think she was going to be a giant pain in the butt with her questions.

      “Your assistant said I should come right in,” Tiffany said apologetically.

      “Of course, dear,” Marsha said, rising. “We’ve been expecting you. Everyone, this is Tiffany. She’s going to do her dissertation on why men are moving away from Fool’s Gold.”

      “Actually, you’re only a chapter,” Tiffany said, her voice as tiny as the rest of her.

      “Lucky us,” Charity whispered to Pia.