The Attention Deficit Disorder Avon rep, Tess Russell, came by later that day with my coral lipstick and the blue nail polish. She bent to get through the door and stood there, looking awkward, with her stupid Avon bag in her hands and her order book all filled in from last time. I looked at it. Perfect. Amazing.
“Thanks,” I said. “I"ll give you a call. Busy now. Murders all over the island, it"s all up to me and Mark.”
“Really? I sure like that Detective Snow. He"s real handsome, isn"t he? Does that scooter outside belong to you? Oh look, the sun is shining and yesterday it rained.” She was priceless. She was young, so that was some excuse for being scatterbrained. I knew ADD when I saw it, though. Sort of like me.
Except I"d learned to live with it. The Zyprexa took care of the voices
