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If I were a character in a book, my next step would be to get out my trench coat and magnifying glass. But I wasn't, so I got out my underwear and skirt. Okay, so almost getting killed had jolted me out of my rut, but it was easy to hunker back down. And if I were inclined to linger before hunkering, all I needed to do was think about my mother finding out what happened last night. Rosemary wanted me to distract her, but I don't think she meant by giving her apoplexy. Of course, keeping my mother from finding out wouldn't be easy. She has a built-in sixth sense when I am trying to hide things from her.
I brooded on tactics while randomly pulling clothes out of the closet. When I was dressed, I collected my huge, brown purse, the one filled with the non-essentials of living I’d left ho
