CHAPTER TWENTY-NINEThe next morning, my aching jaw and bruised cheek were ugly reminders of the previous night. Before I went to the office, I stopped by the Giant supermarket and bought a bottle of concealer to match my skin. The clerk, an Indian woman with a dot on her forehead and a pierced nose, gave me a funny look as she handed me the change.
“I walked into a door,” I said. She stiffened and looked away. For all I knew, maybe she’d walked into a few doors herself.
I sat in my car in the parking lot, angled the rearview mirror my way, and dabbed the makeup on my cheek. I didn’t want anyone at the office to get alarmed. I already had enough excitement in my life.
When I got to the office, I worked on the billing notices I’d put off from the night before and other administrative crap
