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Three Minutes to Midnight — Mildred Davis
YOUR NAME IS BLAIR PROCTER, YOU ARE AFRAID, AND IT'S THREE MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT....
Yesterday you were a lovely, unspoiled girl of twenty-one, with a future as unclouded as your past. That was before you saw your mother killed and your father mentally destroyed in a weird, inexplicable accident. That was before you had to become guardian to your three younger sisters in your once-happy home. That was before you started getting looks of pity from your neighbors, and unwelcome attentions from a brutal yet disturbingly fascinating young man.
That was before you realized that someone in this cheerful, comfortable suburban community -- someone perhaps very close to you -- wanted you and your sisters dead....
Yesterday you were a lovely, unspoiled girl of twenty-one, with a future as unclouded as your past. That was before you saw your mother killed and your father mentally destroyed in a weird, inexplicable accident. That was before you had to become guardian to your three younger sisters in your once-happy home. That was before you started getting looks of pity from your neighbors, and unwelcome attentions from a brutal yet disturbingly fascinating young man.
That was before you realized that someone in this cheerful, comfortable suburban community -- someone perhaps very close to you -- wanted you and your sisters dead....