She’d been so busy working, crunching homework assignments, stockpiling for the phone, and juggling her other chores—including Brigette’s demands and looking after Stormy—that she’d neglected her own needs. Her laundry had piled, her acting practice had been abandoned, and, now, she had to figure out who was this friend of Mason’s, pick up her check, finally get her cell and sign up for the online acting classes. She put her hands on her hips, surveying the area. It was a disaster. A bona fide, certified hot mess of a mess, and she couldn’t leave it this way. She nodded, picking up a couple of loose socks. The first thing she had to do was clean her space; then she’d find a sixties costume to wear to Smax’s while trying to get in touch with Rebecca from the pet salon so she could help save Rebecca’s job before she lost it due to Barkly’s owner insisting that she be Barkly’s groomer. Sorting the clothes, she remembered the money she’d put in the pockets of the pants and skirt she’d worn the other day.
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