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Ladies who lunch

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | October 11, 2008 - 12:00am

My cell phone sounded. A text message invited me to lunch with my old classmate Wendy, who was once more coming to town from the USA, where she had moved and married an American.

Modern Living