But who could she possibly know?
No one understood, and no one particularly paid any attention to the matter either.
Not even Samuel Johnson did.
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Mrs. Johnson rushed to Tasha Moore's villa in a flurry. Tasha was leisurely lying on the couch watching TV, hardly believing the sound of a car engine outside.
She sat up from the sofa and saw Mrs. Johnson hurrying in from outside, her face etched with irrepressible panic, "Things are bad, Tasha, really bad!"
Tasha placed the half-eaten apple from her hand aside and walked over to take Mrs. Johnson by the hand to sit on the sofa, softly asking, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Mrs. Johnson grabbed Tasha's hand, lowering her voice, "Samuel is getting married! We're too late!"
