“Heh. Like I could even hit you,” Ace mused.
Eddy smiled at that. “You'd certainly have to pack a lunch if you ever tried.” He handed her a large stack of hand wipe packets.
“We don't need to be seen together,” Clarice told Ace. “I'll be back.”
“Yes dear.”
She walked into the store feeling like a hobo. The nice little old lady that greeted customers at the door put a hand to her chest and appraised her ragamuffin appearance. She wanted to ask her to leave. The vagabond feeling intensified. Clarice ignored her and the urge to reassure the store executives that she had money.
She walked with affected purpose to the hygiene section. Grabbed a small bottle of Pantene shampoo. Deodorant. Toothbrushes. And Colgate whitening toothpaste. She remembered seeing the commercial for this stuff fro
