Fluffems narrowed his eyes at her. Pam practiced her walk for a few more minutes, until she could glide across the room without tripping over her own feet. Satisfied, she spent time making up her face—bright, red lipstick and a classic look. “Might as well go out with a bang,” she murmured. “Though I don't look half-bad.” Before she could talk herself out of it, Pam left the house, fully charged cell phone in her bag and money in case she needed it. The phone rang as she got into the car, tripping into the front seat. “What?” she barked at Janey. “Just wishing you luck with getting whatever it is you really want.” Pam started the car. “What I really want? Happiness, I guess.” “Happiness is a sexy man with all the right moves.” Janey laughed. “Yeah, I think so after all the not-so-hot guys I've been with over the years, and this guy, well, he's definitely something different.” She bit her lip, glancing down the street as she pulled out of the driveway. “Good.
