CHAPTER TWENTYJessica
So much for lunch. I snatched a granola bar from Liz’s stash,
headed out the door, and took a right toward the main road. I thought about the
subway, but worried that the Metro security people might recognize me, despite
my feeble attempts to disguise myself. Assuming I could remember where the
nearest Metro stop was.
I felt ridiculous in the hat that I’d found in Liz’s closet,
but it had a nice, wide brim that flopped over my face just enough to hide my
features. I couldn’t help feeling it was just a touch too sophisticated for my
jeans and T-shirt. At least it was a silk T-shirt. Still the hat seemed to cry
out to be matched with something more like a little black dress or a long gown
like Holly Golightly wore in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Hopefully, it
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