Chapter 114

I got out of the shower feeling – and looking – halfway human.

After I toweled off with the world’s plushest towels, I wrapped up in a robe that was even thicker and softer. I wiped away the condensation and checked myself carefully in the mirror and cringed a little. I was scrubbed pink and clean, and no longer looked like a stoned raven had constructed a bird-townhouse in my hair, but…

I think I look okay without makeup, and I definitely try to keep it light. I mean, that’s the point of makeup, so that they don’t immediately know you’re wearing makeup, right? Or at least so they don’t think, “Oh yeah… hooker.”

But I would have killed to look as good as I could right now.

I thought about getting my purse –

– and went into full-on, nuclear alert, Defcon Five freak-out mode.

Actually, I think Defcon One is the worst (nerd, nerd, nerd) – but Defcon Five sounds worse.

And whatever sounds the worst, that’s what I was experiencing.

Times ten.

I’d left my purse back at work.

With my wallet