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The morning of her hair donation appointment was cool and cloudy-- suitable for wearing her black leather jacket, black jeans, cap, and boots—her “tough looking lady” apparel.
She was about to step into her car, when she remembered that Ben had asked her to drive his car for at least fifteen minutes a few times a week to keep the battery charged. Having forgotten to do it last week, she felt a pang of guilt. If she mentioned her lapse to Joe, her dear friend, a psychoanalyst, he would have correctly asked her why she was angry with Ben.
Having driven to Wigs for Kids many times, she knew it would take about twenty minutes in moderate traffic on the freeway. The trip would meet her obligation to Ben. She opened the glove compartment in his black luxurious Lexus and removed his car
