Chapter 9Ashley
DAY THREE PROMISED some stability. After my conversation with Sandy, I had scratched off chores on my increasing number of lists, buoyed by the fact that I had an ally. Food resided in a clean refrigerator and freezer. Cabinets were stocked with in-date supplies. My bed now had clean sheets, and I had a new underwear supply for two weeks. I shivered at the thought of wearing someone else's clothes, even if I was that person. And last but not least, the Riverboro sewers ran freely with contraband. Other me might be pissed if ever he returned, but not sleeping on thousands of dollars' worth of drugs made sleep come quickly and last through the night. I even tolerated the clock-radio, especially since the coffee waited, hot and fresh. My priorities had already simplified. In
