Outside In Read Online Free

Outside In
Book: Outside In Read Online Free
Author: Sarah Ellis
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was back in a minute. She spread the paper out on the table.
    â€œHere it is. I Saw You. Have you looked at it before?”
    â€œYeah,” said Lynn. “That paper’s usually around the house.”
    â€œUm,” said Celia, “I’m not actually supposed to read that paper. It has inappropriate content.”
    â€œYou mean all those ads for escorts and massage therapists?” said Lynn.
    â€œWell, not just that.”
    â€œShe means that sex advice column,” said Kas. “Not that I’ve ever read it. It’s gross.”
    â€œMe, neither,” said Lynn.
    There was a pause.
    Celia jumped in. “How do you know it’s gross if you’ve never — ”
    Lynn and Kas started to laugh so hard that Mr. Aquasize glanced over.
    Celia shook her head. “Oh, you guys.”
    â€œAll right,” said Kas, “as my colleague Celia would say, we have strayed from the point.” She flipped through the pages. “Here it is. I Saw You. Okay. Here’s one. ‘Man to Woman. #9 bus. You: bright blue jacket, red hair. Me: green toque, beard. I gave my seat to a senior. You smiled at me. I wanted to talk. You, too?’ Aw, doesn’t Green Toque sound nice?”
    â€œThis is the perfect tool,” said Celia. “And, look, it’s online, too.”
    â€œLet’s see,” said Lynn. She ran her eye down the list. “But it’s all, like, dating stuff.”
    â€œWho cares?” said Celia. “It might just work. Obviously lots of people read this paper, or at least, ahem ahem, parts of it. What details should we include?”
    The exercise music stopped and the nifty sixties emerged from the pool, teasing and laughing, tossing their noodles and belts into the bin, flicking their heads to get water from their ears. The blue water calmed to glass and invited the girls in.
    Kas stood up. “How about, ‘You: green kilt. Me: choking to death. You saved my life. Can we meet?’”
    â€œIt’ll take some polishing,” said Celia, “but the basic idea is great. Kilt identification and an I Saw You notice. A two-pronged approach.” She stood up, licked the inside of her goggles, adjusting them over her eyes and did a tidy dive into the fast lane. Kas followed with more of a splash.
    Lynn sat on the edge and watched the churning water. She was never one for diving in.
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    The guinea pigs were loose on Celia’s kitchen floor, cautiously inspecting Lynn’s feet, rumbling and squeaking in their mysterious guinea-pig way. Celia, looking like a surgeon in her rubber gloves and armed with a bottle of spray disinfectant, was cleaning out their cage. Kas was taking artsy guinea-pig photos and posting them to her blog.
    â€œCome on, Hoover. Come on, Oreck, Miele. Smile for the camera.”
    â€œOkay,” said Celia. “It’s been a week. What progress have we made in our investigation of the identity of Heimlich girl?”
    Kas consulted her phone. “Where are those tartans? Here we go. The three closest private schools use Arbuthnot Ancient, Modern Douglas and Hunting Gordon.” She held out the screen to Lynn. “What do you think?”
    â€œI don’t know. Could be any of them.”
    â€œInconclusive,” said Celia. She scooped out some pine shavings. “What about the I Saw You ad?”
    â€œA bust,” said Lynn.
    â€œNo replies?”
    â€œThere were lots of replies, but all of them were from creeps. Looks like ‘kilt’ is some kind of code word.”
    â€œFor what?” said Celia.
    â€œDon’t ask. Inappropriate content. Slimeball stuff.”
    â€œBut they don’t have your email address, right?” Celia was always careful about Internet safety.
    â€œRight.”
    Kas shook her head. “I think we’ve hit the wall on the search.”
    â€œYeah.” Lynn slipped out of her sandals and wiggled her toes to
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