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older one first. Her sour face said everything he needed to know.
    “Susan,” she said curtly.
    He quickly turned to the young lady.  
    God, what eyes !
    “Welcome to GreenEarthCommune.org,” he said, his voice as soothing and deep as he could pitch it. “Where we’re leading by example and saving the world, one child at a time.”
    The young one smiled at him and took his offered hand.
    “Thank you,” she said. “I’m Isabelle.”
    Perfect teeth.
    He held on to her gloved hand.
    “What a lovely name,” he said, beaming down at her.
    Let’s hope the gloves aren’t covering some skin disease.
    The older woman cleared her throat. Isabelle took her hand back and Geoffrey was forced to look at the other one.
    “How can I help you two today?” he asked, light and friendly, as though he did this all day–which was almost true.
    If Green Earth Commune had a face, it was his: perpetually tanned, closely shaved, a facelift for the under-forty look, along with a nose job and capped teeth. Plus hour upon hour in the gym to ensure his body matched his face.
    “I’m here to see my daughter,” the older woman said. “Kayla Massen.”
    He cocked his head and tried to look thoughtful.
    “You know,” he said grinning at Isabelle. “I’m just awful with names but, to be honest, I don’t recognize it.”
    “What?” the older woman said. “She’s been here for almost a year .”
    What was the older woman’s name? He’d just heard it. Isabelle and…Susan! That was it.
    “Susan,” he said. “There are several hundred people here and…well, I just can’t keep track. I’m not saying she isn’t here. I’m just saying I don’t know the name.” He looked from her back to Isabelle. “Do you have a photo perhaps? I’m much better with faces.”
    The two exchanged looks.
    “I’m afraid not,” Isabelle said.  
    Her voice was a little breathy and incredibly sweet.  
    “Well,” he said, as though that settled the matter. He took Isabelle’s hand put it on his forearm and did a neat turn, tucking her arm under his. In moments, he was her escort. “Let me give you a guided tour of our little corner of the planet and maybe we’ll see her.”
    As they began their slow walk toward the Big House, Geoffrey looked down sideways at Isabelle.
    She was small-boned and petite. Sometimes that could be a problem. She looked up at him just then, those incredible eyes just glittering, and he beamed at her before forcing himself to look away. Size wasn’t always a problem , he thought. Besides, that was much later.

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    Though Geoffrey seemed polite enough, Isabelle couldn’t help but notice the way he seemed always to address her and not Susan. It was Susan’s daughter that they were looking for. And it was Susan who was growing more agitated by the minute. They had skirted the edge of the mansion on a paved path so that Geoffrey could talk about the crops.
    “We are completely self-sufficient,” he said, keeping his hand firmly over hers. Though Isabelle wanted her arm back, the opportunity never presented itself. “We’re not vegan but we are vegetarian. The goats are kept in the back forty where we milk them.”
    They had walked all the way around the mansion to its back and were rewarded with an expansive view. A shallow valley spread below them, full of planted fields. A sparkling, blue stream bisected the middle fields and, where straight roads defined the edges of the square plots, simple wooden bridges with railings crossed the water. Much further in the distance, on the other side of the valley, there appeared to be a number of red barns.
    “This is a huge property,” Isabelle said, truly amazed.
    “With a zero carbon footprint,” Geoffrey said. “We’re also completely off the grid.”
    “I’m sure this is all very fascinating,” Susan said from behind them. “But I want to speak to my daughter.”
    As Geoffrey turned, Isabelle managed to pry her hand away.
    “Of