I rolled my shoulders every which way to relieve tension. Between the murder investigation, Mama’s secrets, and my hot date tonight, I couldn’t relax. The kids weren’t helping either. “Mom, I have to have that new camera,” Lexy shouted through the bathroom door. “Did you even read that spec sheet I brought home?” “I’ll check into it, Lex. But not right now. Later,” I promised. I ducked back under the stream to rinse conditioner from my hair. Blessed silence followed. Then Charla burst into the bathroom. “Mom, I desperately need a new wardrobe. Misty Rogerson has the cutest jean skirt ever invented. When can we go shopping, Mom? Can we go this weekend?” After three days of school she already wanted new clothes? I gave up on the water massage. At this rate I’d be wrinkled as a prune if I didn’t finish up in here. I lathered up with the expensive soap Jonette had given me. The kind that matched the perfume I planned to wear. The kind I had never used before. The fragrance was heavenly.
