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Helen was a little surprised when the doorbell rang at precisely nine a.m., exactly when the contractor had told her that the workers would arrive to build her new deck. She was even more surprised when she opened the door and saw two young men who couldn't be more than twenty years old. "Helen Flint?" One of the sandy-haired young men asked. "Yes," she answered, doing her best not to stare at the muscular workmen. "Just making sure we're at the right place. I'm Mike, and this is...