CHAPTER 41
“Lawrence, is that you?” Pumpkin tilts up the black straw hat. “Hardly recognized you. You look like a … like a gypsy librarian.”
“A newly arrived from an obscure Eastern European village cleaning woman, perhaps?” Lary brushes back her dark straggly ponytail, smoothing down her faded flowered dress. Even the roses on it look wilted.
Pumpkin gets up from her wicker chair on Lary’s tiny balcony to touch her aunt’s huge, drooping chest. “But where did you get those granny bosoms, and that ridiculous hump on your back?”
“Real easy. Every year TTV cleans out the wardroom room, and auctions off all its old costumes for charity. We used to all buy this stuff for future Halloween capers. Or in the remote event one of us became a private eye and needed to go undercover. Found all thi
