DARLA TUCKER WORKED the drive-through window Friday night, and was delighted when her shift was finally over. Three people had called in and the remaining crew had been slammed with customers. As a result, none of them were able to leave before one a.m. Saturday morning, April the twenty-first.
She waved good-bye to her exhausted coworkers and made the short drive home. As she shrugged off her jacket, she debated taking a shower, then decided she’d wait until morning. She peeled off her clothes in the bathroom until only her underwear remained.
Darla began to hum as she took her hair down from its braid and combed it out, brushed her teeth, and headed toward her bedroom.
What am I going to wear tomorrow night? she thought suddenly. I haven’t thought about it, and I want to look my absol
