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By 4:00, Halli had some solid ideas. Enough of them that she finally felt she could see her way in front of her—at least the next several important steps—instead of wandering so much in the dark.
So when Lydia called to ask if she was getting ready yet, Halli actually didn’t mind taking a break.
“Not yet,” she said.
“Not even a shower?”
“Not yet.”
“Well, get in there!” Lydia said. “I’m coming over in an hour. I don’t care what you say, I’m doing your hair and makeup. You can thank me later.”
Halli didn’t feel like arguing. And another hot shower sounded like a great idea. She’d been hunched over my laptop for far too long, and needed to loosen her muscles.
But first she needed another run. In part for the exercise, but more important because she needed to run a certain errand. A
