Chapter 6
Jacksonville, FL
BACK AT THE HOUSE, Mike excused himself to go to his office for a while, and I changed clothes to wait for Deb. She was usually punctual, and the doorbell rang on the dot of eleven as promised.
I let her in and kissed her on the cheek. “I see you’ve gotten beyond the ‘bag lady’ look,” I said.
“This is probably the real me,” she said, twirling around to display her garb. “Do you like it?”
She was wearing an odd assortment of clothing. Peasant dress, dressy blouse, and a tad too much jewelry.
“Let me guess, Goodwill Chic?”
“Close, but no cigar. Actually, it’s Junior League Thrift Shop Chic, and you didn’t answer my question.”
“Deb, like is probably too strong a word, but I will say this—on you, it works.”
“I’ll settle for that. Ready to roll?”
“Sure, wher
