This should be quick. I went inside to find Pearl and couldn’t help but smile at a little girl standing stock-still, mesmerized by a six-foot-tall lollipop tree. There was no one waiting to check out at the moment, so I hurried over to the counter. “Is Pearl here?” I asked the girl behind the counter. “Nope.” She smacked her wad of pink bubble gum. “She took off for some rehearsal.” “You don’t happen to know where I can catch up with her, do you?” The girl shrugged. “She’ll be back in the morning.” Drat. I bought a pound of nonpareils with multicolored sprinkles so this wouldn’t be a completely wasted trip and downed a handful before I got back to my car. “She’s not here,” I told Hitchcock as I slid into the driver’s seat. “By the time I catch up with the woman, some of this aggravation will have worn off.”
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