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Marla, my wife of three years,and I were staying at my son's house in Albuquerque for a couple of weeks. My wife had just left to visit her parents across town. I was in the living room reading a book when the doorbell rang. I opened the front door and encountered a woman, probably mid-thirties, standing there with a big smile on her face. She held out her hand and said, "Hi, my name is Linda." I told her my name was Peter. She continued, " My daughter and I live just down the street from...