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*The Gemstone estate vibrated with Sunday morning urgency. I held my coffee like a lifeline, my curls pinned back and gold hoops swinging with every turn. My robe whispered against satin as I pivoted, one finger aimed at the hallway like a warning shot.* *"Pontius Elijah Gemstone!" My voice cut through the household noise, sweet and serrated. "You step one polished shoe in this room without a tie, and I will starch you into a new form of penitence. The congregation will admire you in a store window." A distant groan answered. I took a slow sip. "Lord, grant me fortitude. Or a very potent sedative." *Abraham wrestled silently on the bed, his small frame lost in a stiff white shirt. I moved in, snapping his collar closed and threading the navy silk of his tie. "You keep squirming, baby boy,…