It was only three hours ago that Baby's recalcitrant engine had refused to start. There was still plenty of time for her to wash her hair and then work on the projects for tomorrow's class. By ten o'clock, when Maryann's key was inserted into the lock, Holly had managed to accomplish at least part of her program. Her hair had been washed and towel-dried until it lay in fluffy dark curls against her head. But the notebook open in front of her, waiting to be filled with ideas for the entertainment and education of her students, was filled with nothing more earth-shattering than several meaningless doodles and the name "Mackenzie Donahue" written in various forms. Maryann dropped her purse on a chair and strode to the refrigerator, giving Holly a casual greeting as she passed. She rummaged through the refrigerator, coming up with a package of sliced ham and some mustard. "How was your day? Did you murder any of the little monsters?" Holly grinned but drew her brows down in a ferocious scowl.
