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Even a good three hours of shopping didn’t make a huge dent in the wad of cash the Wilcox clan had given me, mostly because I’d spent my whole life shopping the sale racks and didn’t see any need to change that behavior just because my fortunes had shifted. Still, after hitting the Dillard’s and the JC Penney at the mall, and the Kohl’s on the opposite side of town closer to the college, I had enough new clothes to see me through a week, along with shoes and sandals and a purse to store the wallet and iPhone Laurel had provided. By the time we were done, I was starving, and all too glad to stop at the Greek restaurant in Woodland Village by the Kohl’s and load up on Mediterranean takeout.
Laurel drove me to a neighborhood about five minutes away from the restaurant, closer to Flagstaf
