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TriptychChapter 10
MY PHONE RANG about half an hour before Lissa and I were ready to leave for my painting gig. “I’ll drive,” Clarice started. I’d noticed she never said hello when she called. It was like joining a conversation halfway through. “Give me your address and I’ll pick you up in twenty minutes.” “Uh, hi, Clarice. Lissa and I were going to drive over together. She’s my chaperone today.” “Good. I’ll pick you both up. What’s the address?” I stumbled through the address and she hung up before I...