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The next day, Ivy rang the silver bell on the counter at the Laundry Basket. Louise poked her head from behind a mechanized rack of clothing.
“Be right there,” she called out.
Ivy waited, and a few moments later, Louise bustled to the counter. She smoothed her short, steel-gray hair from her forehead. “It’s good to see you. Hey, I’m sorry about what happened with Darla at Java Beach.”
“I guess you heard all about it,” Ivy said.
“Word of that fiasco got around the town pretty quickly. Folks say you stuck up for yourselves pretty well.” Louise grinned and tapped on the counter. “I knew I picked the right team.”
Ivy had hoped that incident would die down. “Unfortunately, it’s not my first run-in with Darla. But this time, it’s Shelly that she’s after. I wish we could get along.”
Lou
