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Besides having had the very bad luck to run into Shawn Waterstone while she was trying to return the book she had pilfered from his bookshelf, the quarterly water bill had arrived, and Elisabeth had spent the afternoon doing complex calculations concerning her bank account and the various household bills. At least, it had seemed complex. In actuality it had been no more than addition and subtraction—mostly subtraction—but it left her mind dazed and her stomach in knots. No matter how much fancy footwork she tried to come up with, the fact was that there were many bills but little cash.
But of course, when it rains, it pours, Elisabeth thought, banging absently at the water tank with a wrench. She had been operating for weeks now with lukewarm water at best, but this morning it had verg
