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Room 10 of Bill's Motel was strewn with a ragtag tangle of refugees from Alice's former closet. As usual, she hadn't a clue what to wear. Even for something as simple as a family meal. She settled on a flowery blue summer dress. Added a short, cropped, powder-blue cardigan. And finally, a pair of semi-sensible brown sandals with cork wedge heels.
Alice looked herself up and down in a narrow mirror on the wall next to the bathroom, door. She felt strange being in a dress and heels. Exposed was a better word. But she didn't want to turn up looking like the scruffy loser her mom had to break out of jail.
"You can do this," she said to herself, checking her watch and hooking a dinky, tan handbag over her shoulder. She picked up a cheap bottle of red she'd bought on the way back from the
