Mustang Sassy
“She grabbed the book off the passenger seat, got out, and slammed the door behind her. She should be at the shop. Hogan’s was closed Mondays, so it was Sass’s favorite time to be there, when everything was nice and quiet. It was her time to think. But today she needed something else to do, something that would help her forget about the pile of metal that now sat idle at the back of the shop, the pile of metal she’d destroyed.Her flip-flops thwacked against the linoleum floor as she strode down the hall past the dining room and nurse’s station and turned down into the east wing toward Millie’s room. Millicent Delacroix had taught in the Rockyview School District for more than thirty years and was acquainted with everyone. She’d even taught Sass English Lit in high school, though they had agreed to pretend like those years had never happened. Shortly after her retirement, Millie had suffered a stroke and now she was a resident and social butterfly of Willow Springs Senior’s Lodge.Sass f...ound Millie in her room with her gray hair pulled back in a careful bun and dressed in a white blouse and lavender skirt.MoreLess
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