Blood From a Stone (147 page)

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Authors: Cynthia Lucas


C
o
m
ed
i
an
as
w
e
l
l
as
a
nu
r
se,
a
r
e
w
e?” W
ill
ow s
m
ir
k
ed.

F
i
ne
I
w
il
l
pay
y
ou
cash.
B
ut
i
t
w
il
l
be
i
n
f
o
r
e
i
g
n cu
rr
ency
so
y
ou ha
v
e
t
o
g
o
g
et
i
t
exchan
g
ed.”


T
ouche!
N
ow
I


g
o
i
ng
t
o
h
i
t
t
he
r
oa
d
.
I
’l
l
g
o s
tr
a
i
g
ht
t
o
y
our
house
fr
om
he
r
e.”


K
.
I
’l
l
t
a
l
k
t
o
y
ou
l
a
t
er
on,”
sa
i
d
W
ill
o
w
,
as
she
t
u
r
ned back
t
o
t
he desk
t
o ans
w
er
an
i
nco
m
i
ng
ca
ll
.

W
ill
ow
fi
n
i
shed
up
t
he
ca
ll
,
w
a
l
k
ed
t
he
fl
oor
f
or
her
r
ounds
a
g
a
i
n,
and upon
r
e
t
u
r
n
i
n
g
, no
ti
ced
i
t
w
as
a
b
out
8
:
35.
L
ess
t
han ha
l
f
an hour
l
e
ft
.

S
he
fi
n
i
shed up her
r
epo
rt
, s
i
g
ned out and
t
hen hea
d
ed
t
o
t
he
b
r
eak
r
oom
t
o
g
a
t
her
up
her
t
h
i
n
g
s,
g
r
ab
so
m
e
fr
esh c
l
o
t
hes
and
shoes,
and
fr
eshen
up.
A
t
l
east
t
on
i
g
ht
she

d be d
r
essed
f
or
a
l
m
ost
any
r
es
t
au
r
ant
fr
om casual
t
o
a
b
i
t
m
o
r
e upsca
l
e.

A
f
ew
m
i
nu
t
es
l
a
t
er
she
s
t
epped
out
of
t
he
e
l
e
v
a
t
or
i
n
t
he
pa
r
k
i
ng
g
a
r
a
g
e
j
ust
as
S
a
m
son
pu
ll
ed
up.
H
e
s
t
opped
t
he ca
r
,
g
ot
out
and
w
a
l
k
ed
a
r
ound
t
o
open
t
he
door
f
or
he
r
,
but not
be
f
o
r
e pu
lli
ng
her
i
n
f
or
a so
f
t
k
i
ss.

“We
ll
,
a
r
en

t
w
e
t
he
g
en
tl
e
m
an
t
on
i
g
ht?” she sa
i
d
li
g
h
tl
y
. “I
g
uess
y
ou
l
e
f
t
y
our
M
r
.
H
y
de a
lt
er
e
g
o at
ho
m
e.”


N
ah.
T
he
n
i
g
h
t’
s
ea
rl
y
.
I

m su
r
e
I
’l
l
say
or
do so
m
e
t
h
i
ng
l
e
w
d,
or
m
a
y
be
s
t
up
i
d
and
y
ou
’l
l
k
now he

s
co
m
e out
of
h
i
d
i
n
g
.”
H
e
l
au
g
hed,
c
l
os
i
ng her
doo
r
,
and
wa
l
k
i
ng a
r
ound
t
o
j
u
m
p back
i
n
t
he d
ri
v
e
r’
s
sea
t
.

S
o,
w
he
r
e
t
o,
m
y
l
ad
y
?” he s
m
il
ed.

S
he
sh
r
u
gg
ed.
“We
ll
,
an
y
w
he
r
e
y
ou
w
ant
t
o
g
o
r
ea
l
l
y
.
T
on
i
g
ht
at
l
east
I
b
r
ou
g
ht
so
m
e
c
l
o
t
hes
so 
w
e
ha
v
e
m
o
r
e op
ti
ons.”


T
he
op
ti
ons
I
ha
v
e
i
n
m
i
nd
a
r
en

t
on
t
he
m
enu…of
t
he
r
es
t
au
r
ant
an
y
w
a
y
.”
he
w
i
n
k
ed.

A
nd
t
hey don

t
i
n
v
o
l
v
e any
c
l
o
t
hes
at
a
ll
.
B
ut
w
hat
y
ou ha
v
e on
l
oo
k
s
g
r
ea
t
.”

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