“Clara frowned at her, confused. So Rory turned her around and pointed at the stall. Clara asked miserably, “Really?” “Yeah. I think so.” “Wonderful.” Clara marched right over there and tapped on the door. “Come on out. We know you’re in there.” Below the door, a pair of black Dansko duty shoes and two black trouser legs lowered into sight. The door swung inward. Rory recognized the face: one of the Sylvan Inn waitresses, though not the one who’d waited on their table. Cl...ara knew her. “Monique Hightower. What a surprise.” And not in a good way, considering Clara’s bleak tone. She said to Rory, “Monique and I went to Justice Creek High together.” The waitress gave a sheepish giggle. “Hey, Clara.” Clara didn’t smile. “How much did you hear?” “Um, nothing?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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