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“What’s all the whispering about?” asked Chip. “I hope you aren’t planning something, Cheryl. Like the way you set me up with the ‘what’s fixin’ scam. You know how dangerous that can be, right?” Bill and Becky looked at their niece for an explanation. Cheryl casually looked at Chip. “Don’t worry about it. Now that I’m aware of what you are capable of, I’m not afraid of your schemes. Bring it on, lightweight.” “Don’t challenge her,” warned Jenny, coming up behind Chip. “You’ve only seen her first layer of deviousity. It’s best you don’t get a peek at what’s underneath. It’s the kind of stuff that would make Stephen King wake up screaming in the middle of the night. We’ve got two more weeks here and so far, there have been no explosions, and the police haven’t been called. It would be nice if it stayed that way.”