Chapter 5I hate parties. Why am I going to this one?
Kit had no answer for her own question. In spite of that, she drove on to the apartment complex near the University of Arizona, where Madge Harlow lived with her younger sister, Tatia, a graduate student. She hoped she had Madge’s directions memorized right. Tucson could be a confusing town to drive in.
She shoved back an errant lock of hair, squinting into the glare of the setting sun. The entire week had been miserable and unproductive. Nothing had gone right from Monday morning on. Right now, she’d rather be home in bed. The BMW dealer had told her it would take a week to replace two components that didn’t test out when the mechanic checked her car. So here she was, driving a loaner—a Chevrolet of all things, and nowhere near a curr
