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Hours had passed since Harlow left her childhood home.
The cold of the night had caught up with her on her walk. So she’d hitchhiked back to the city, giving what was left of the expensive liquor to her driver before stumbling out of the car and walking the last of the way home.
Floyd’s was locked, but she had a key to get in the alleyway door. Tiptoeing up the stairs, she found everyone already asleep and the place in darkness. It wasn’t easy to take her shoes off when the room was spinning. She didn’t want to make any noise and did well until an urge to laugh almost overtook her. She slapped both hands over her mouth to stifle it.
Walking in a zigzag, she almost staggered into the kitchen and couldn’t figure out how she’d ended up on the other side of the room from where she’d sta
