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started with a dirty
ceiling fan. It snowballed after that.” Purity took a big swig of
the Diet Coke. “Ah, good stuff. Did you hear about Emily
Cravens?”.
    “ Oh man, yes, Meggie
e-mailed me this morning. Can you imagine laying on your porch for
two days before someone found you?” Court was horrified at the
thought. “She needs to get out of that house, but you know she
won’t ‘cuz she and her husband lived there all their lives. Their
kids grew up in that house. I can’t blame her. I wouldn’t want to
leave either.”
    “ Me, either.”
    “ She needs one of those
Life Alert things,” Court said, after putting the ice cream in
Purity’s freezer and then making herself comfortable by removing
her shoes and stretching out on the sofa.
    Court brought the drawings she made last
night with her, but she wanted to wait until Meg arrived before
showing them to her friends. Pure would be the first to notice the
earrings. Meg would have to look for a long time to see any image
other than the obvious, then she would probably burst out laughing.
Meggie never knew quite what to think of her artistic
creations.
    “ I don’t smell pasta
cooking?” Courtney observed.
    “ No, you don’t,” Pure
replied, letting Courtney’s mind wonder about the dish she was
providing. While online, Purity had visited the Pizza Hut website
and ordered a pan of their chicken fettuccini for
delivery.
    “ Thanks for the Diet
Coke.” Purity sat on the couch opposite Courtney and spread her
body out the length of the sofa.
    “ No problem. Has your rug
always had that swirly design in it?”
    “ Yeah, you’ve just
probably never seen it because there’s always junk piled up
everywhere.”
    “ I like it.”
    “ Me, too.”
    Purity and Courtney were knee-deep in a
discussion about which flavor of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream was the
best, when a knock on the door interrupted their debate.
    “ That’s either food or
Meg,” Courtney commented. “Either way, I’ll get it.”
    “ Money’s on the counter if
it’s the Pizza Hut guy.”
    When Courtney opened the door, Meg came
barreling through the entryway stating, “Some people should not be
allowed to drive a moving vehicle!”
    “ As opposed to driving a
non-moving vehicle,” Court said, closing the door behind
Meggie.
    Meg nudged her in the ribs with her elbow
and said, “You know what I mean.”
    “ Who might you be
referring to?” Purity asked.
    “ The jerk who ran the stop
sign, for one. And, for two, the gal that decided to switch lanes
on the freeway without even looking to see if a car was in the lane
she was turning into,” Meg said as she placed a grocery bag on the
counter and placed her purse next to it, then bent down to remove
her shoes and place them neatly out of the way so no one would trip
over them.
    “ What’s in the bag?”
Courtney asked, peering into the large paper grocery
sack.
    “ Oh, I grabbed a couple of
munchies while I was getting the french bread. You can never have
too much food.”
    “ I like the way you
think,” Purity responded, joining the duo and trying to see what
items lay below the bread.”
    Another knock on the door delayed the
investigation. This time Purity answered the door. It was Sean, the
Pizza Hut guy. She wondered how she always seemed to get the same
delivery driver. He was a nice young man and they had engaged in
several conversations so Pure was getting to know him a bit. He was
a college student and had a wife and a one and a half year old baby
boy named Ricky. She always tipped him double what she thought was
appropriate because she knew he could use the money.
    “ Cheater!” Meg said with
amusement in her voice.
    “ Hey, I never said I was
going to cook, I just said I was providing the pasta dish,” Purity
defended.
    Meg made herself at home by turning the oven
on to broil and finding a sheet pan to put the french bread on.
    “ I have salad, too,” Pure
stated. “I figured it would balance out the ice