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Rebecca hated shopping, but since she didn’t want to stand out like a sore thumb at the garden party, while Richie slept the next morning, she headed to the Stonestown mall for an appropriate dress to wear.
The night before, he had gone out shortly after they arrived back at his house, saying he had a few things to take care of before the next day’s party. She decided to work on her Homicide reports while sitting up in bed, but before long fell asleep and didn’t even hear him come in.
When she arrived back at Richie’s house with her Nordstrom’s bags, she found him in pajamas, pouring himself a cup of coffee. “I thought you’d be at work,” he mumbled groggily.
“It’s Saturday.”
“That’s never stopped you before.”
She handed him the San Francisco Chronicle. “I saw it out on your front
