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right.
Courtney was truly weird, Meg thought, but couldn’t help but
laugh.
    “ I wonder if I can get a
pair of those online?” Purity asked aloud.
    “ I drew them after your
phone call last night,” Courtney explained.
    “ Did you have another
flashback?” Meg asked with concern.
    “ Yeah. Derek called me
yesterday and wanted to talk.” Pure relayed what she had already
told Court.
    “ That guy is unbelievable.
What do you have to do to make him stay away from you?” Meg
questioned.
    “ I don’t know,” Pure
answered, “but what I’m doing doesn’t appear to be working. I’m
going to e-mail Brad Thompson tomorrow. Maybe he’ll have a
suggestion. At the very least I need to report the
violation.”
    “ It just doesn’t seem
fair. You’re the victim in all of this and he’s the one who got a
little slap on the wrist and then let out of jail to do what he did
to you to someone else,” Meg said, her anger getting the best of
her.
    Purity put her hand on Meggie’s arm. She
knew her friend was upset for her, but what could she do? She
needed to work within the confines of the law. Hopefully Brad would
have some advice for her.
    “ Awesome drawings, Court,
as usual,” Purity told her friend. “Any chance I can have these as
a token of what should have happened to Derek?”
    “ They’re yours, my friend,
as a symbol of Derek’s emasculation.”
    “ Here, here!” Meg added as
she grabbed her drink. The three women drank a toast to Derek
Worthington’s castration.

Chapter Three
     
    At 7:30am Monday morning, Purity had already
left invoices to be paid in Margaret Choi’s in-box, written
personal thank you notes to all the vendors who had participated in
the fundraiser, and begun plugging numbers into her spreadsheet
    Her job interview wasn’t over yet and she
wanted to impress on her future employers that she was willing to
go the extra mile on any task she undertook.
    Alex McCallister passed Purity’s temporary
office. He stopped and leaned back, poking his head through the
doorway. “Nice job on the fundraiser last weekend.”
    Turning from her computer screen to make eye
contact with Alex, Pure replied, “Thanks. I think everyone had a
good time and my preliminary figures show that we made a nice
little profit, too. A win-win.”
    Judd Broadstreet appeared next to Alex and
added, “Great job on the event on Saturday, Purity. My wife said it
was the best fundraiser we’ve had in years.”
    Pure smiled and nodded her head in
acknowledgement of the compliment.
    Both men headed back toward their offices
and Purity went back to deciphering her notes and entering
information into her spreadsheet.
    Margaret Choi, The Kids’ Place accountant,
e-mailed Purity with a couple of clarifying questions regarding the
invoices and then confirmed that the checks would be written and
sent today.
    All the loose ends were being tied up
nicely. She shouldn’t have any trouble having a report ready for
the board members by Wednesday morning. Her rough estimates showed
that the event had made a profit of just under $2,500. The food
cost had been the most expensive, but it had definitely been worth
it. Purity’s mouth watered at the thought of Marsha Persimmony’s
culinary delights.
    By lunch time, Pure had done as much as she
could until a couple vendors returned her calls and e-mails, so she
decided to head for home. She’d work on her final report tomorrow,
when she had all the information she needed.
    Purity logged off her computer, tidied up
her desk and then headed for her car, noting the temperature had
climbed quickly. One minute it was raining, the next it was in the
high 80’s. A swim in her apartment complex pool sounded lovely but,
with school being out, she figured it would be loaded with kids
trying to stay cool and enjoy some summer fun.
    She needed to run some errands and the note
she had stuck to her steering wheel proclaiming “get gas” could no
longer be ignored. That would be her first