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After Juanita’s, I dropped by my house for a change of clothes. Since I was trying to drum up business, something a little dressier than my Pearl Jam shirt and jeans was called for. I was no fashionista, so my selection of business attire was limited. I debated between the federal agent style of a dark suit and blouse or something more casual like a polo shirt and jeans. I compromised with a white button-down shirt and khakis.
Juanita’s comments inspired me to put on some makeup, but I kept it minimal. A little eyeliner. Mascara. Neutral lipstick. I was proud to be a woman, but I tended to follow my mother’s philosophy of “less is more.” As for my hair, I went with a simple ponytail. I was applying to be a bounty hunter, not a receptionist.
When I was satisfied with my look, I headed
