“How could these women—and their neighbors—get any sleep, if they insisted on screaming at every opportunity? As much as I loved my duplex with its view of the campus and convenience to the bookstore, it might be time to move farther away. I was wondering just how cold the winters were in Fairbanks as I pounded on the front door. Winkie jerked it open and gaped at me. “Claire?” she said wonderingly, as if I were dressed in a tutu and clutching a glittery wand. She was the one who warranted a second look, dressed as she was in a naughty scarlet peignoir, with enough makeup on her face to intimidate a seasoned hooker, but very little she or any of the Kappas did these days surprised me. “Who screamed this time?” I asked. She pulled me inside and locked the door. “Pippa. She and Rebecca are in my suite, both of them so upset that I felt a glass of wine would serve a medicinal purpose. I even splashed a wee bit in Katie’s saucer.” She’s splashed more than a wee bit in her own saucer, I dec...ided as I followed her unsteady path across the foyer.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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