*Odette*
It's not the proper time for a morning call, but I'm not calling on a miss or Luna, even though I'm dressed as if I am. I stand on the stoop of a townhome waiting for the door to be answered, my eyes locked on the residence next door. I wonder if Lupo is asleep, if he's even there. Maybe he's gone to the club. It's best to end our association quickly and cleanly. No lingering. No more apologies or questions or regrets.
The door finally opens.
"May I help you?" Marla asks.
I know that clothing can make a person look very different, be perceived differently. Still, I think I would be identifiable. "Marla."
Marla's eyes widen, her jaw nearly drops to the floor. "Cor. Dotty? I didn't recognize you."
Because she hasn't looked closely. Because she's seen a fine dress and hat, glov
