CHAPTER 57
Lary has no time to mourn for either T.P. or the lost love of a certain Mexican. Every waking hour is spent studying for her investigator’s license. Every day without it is a day Pokie is covering the rent of an empty downtown office space, and another potential client is taking their business elsewhere.
She can study the course on-line, which is a mixed blessing. It allows her to spend the day in her I-never-want-to-have-s*x-again housecoat, and that’s nice. It also gives her ample opportunity to order pizzas, munch on two-bite brownies, and sip on calorie laden liqueurs.
Reluctantly, she has stored away her lovely bracelet in her jewelry box, hidden from sight, to be enjoyed at a time far, far in the future, when she is in her room at the old folks’ home. Then she will take
