"Convince yourself that you are working in clay, not marble, on paper, not eternal bronze." — Jacques Barzun
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"Doing what I should have done in the first place,"
That sentence rang continuously in Scarlett's head. What the hell was he talking about? Could it be...
How she did it? Scarlett couldn't tell but she guessed desperate times called for desperate measures. While Jasper pulled her into the passenger seat and went around the car to get into the driver's seat, she got the coordinates to her hometown with lightning speed and sent it to Ben.
"What is it?" asked Jasper, no, Sam - this was so confusing - as soon as he got into the car and saw her flustered state.
"Nothing," She was almost tempted to say but recalled she wasn't dealing with a dumb ghost. This was Sam and if she could remember carefully, he was a smart person. Hence, she had to be careful in dealing with him - a single mistake and her cover's blown.
