I sat up fast, clutched the edge of the wobbly table and squeezed my eyes shut against the sunlight streaming through the dirty windows. I groaned and took another quick peek. Nothing had changed since last night. Except the horn, which was now being punctuated into shorter and longer blasts. Made me wonder if it was Morse code. I never was a Girl Scout or Brownie or member of whatever youth league you learn that sort of skill in, so the meaning was lost on me. I rolled off the table and staggered to the door. I pushed it open far enough to get a welcome glimpse of a silver Subaru station wagon with California plates. And stooped in the open driver’s door, punching the horn, was a stout, wrinkled woman with the biggest mushroom-colored bouffant I have ever seen. Clarice is indispensable to me. I brought her with me from my last job when I started at the foundation. Twice widowed and childless, she’d essentially adopted me as her own personal project, and I’d never have developed so much professionally — or personally — without her.
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