Dickce ignored An’gel’s imperious tone. “Come see for yourself.” Kanesha reached the cart while An’gel was still rising from the sofa. “Show me, please,” she said, her tone firm. Dickce pointed to the food tray. “Look under that.” Kanesha squatted beside the cart and used her pen to lift the paper towel Dickce indicated. Beneath it was a plastic tube labeled Vaseline. An’gel approached and peered over Kanesha’s shoulder. “Brazen,” she said. “Imagine the nerve it took to keep that on your person and then somehow manage to drop it on the tray when nobody was looking.” Dickce shook her head. “It makes my blood run cold.” Kanesha stood and pulled out her cell phone. She stepped away from the cart and punched in a number. “Bates, I’m in the parlor. Miss Dickce found something we need to bag, and I don’t have what I need.”
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