Which was wide open. As were the windows. But there were no signs of pot-bellied pigs or a furious Clarice. I gulped another deep breath and held that one low in my lungs while I slid out of the truck and stepped cautiously toward the cracked concrete patio and the opening beyond, steeling myself for entering a potential maelstrom. It was so quiet that my footfalls seemed to echo between my ears. Which was a relief? Or ominous. I couldn’t decide which. Clarice flashed into the doorway, bracing one hand on the frame while holding a small black object aloft. “You could have told me,” she barked. “Let me rephrase that. You absolutely should have woken me up and told me. Girl, what you must have been going through!” Then she cinched me with both arms in a vice grip that was guaranteed to give me an hourglass figure. I exhaled before I popped. “Uh,” I wheezed into her spiky hair, “I brought bleach.” Although I now doubted its effectiveness as a peace offering.
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