Deb said as she turned onto Seventh Street. I glanced around Karen’s Capitol Hill neighborhood in Southeast Washington. Tidy brick rowhouses lined the street. Not a single parking space to be seen. Parking never changes in Washington. “That’s fine. I’ll call you when I’m leaving her apartment. It shouldn’t take me too long. I don’t want to be up there any longer than I have to. It’ll feel weird without Karen.” “Want me to find a garage and park so we can go up together?” I shook my head. “Naw, I’ll be all right. I’m just going to check her closet and find one of those dresses she wore to a White House dinner. It was a beautiful azure blue. Gorgeous.” “Oh, don’t forget lingerie.” “Right, right. Thanks for reminding me. And I’ve got to check her desk for legal files. Get a copy of her will and other stuff. We’ll need that.”
