The Lady is a Vamp
“Blinking sleepily, she peered around, her hand automatically tightening on the bundle of fur in her lap as Boomer too began to stir. The car was stopped. They were parked in a big, busy Walmart parking lot. Obviously she’d dozed off and they’d reached the Kitchener/Waterloo area. Or maybe Cambridge. She wasn’t sure which.“I was going to let you sleep while I ran in to get you some clothes, but I don’t know what size you wear,” Paul explained, sitting back in his seat so that she could sit up.“Oh.” She smiled around a yawn and then shook her head. “I’ll get them.”“Uh, well, it’s maybe better if you don’t. You might draw some attention like that,” he pointed out gently.Jeanne Louise glanced down at herself and frowned as she noted the mud-streaked front of her clothes. She was dry now, at least, but the mud hadn’t evaporated with the damp. She would definitely draw attention. Sighing with resignation, she nodded. “Size six most of the time, but sometimes an eight.”
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