My plan was to wait until Thursday. But B wrote it was ok. When I got there B. Was in front of her computer and Eliza was asleep. I drove to the shopping center and had a pedicure. My nails are now a bright pink. I fraught over the color since the women next to me was having hers done a natural color. I saw a row of these colors on the far wall. The beautician giggled the whole time I was there. She was very young. She probably spoke little English.
I returned to Grey Rock and found B. And Eliza fixing food in the kitchen. It was two minutes after twelve. There was talk I do not remember and offers of a peach which I accepted. I was also invited to see the porch. B. Had staine d the floor a darker color.
Eliza made herself ramen noodles with Spinach. She put it in a bowel and sat opposite me. She showed me her Agatha Cristiembook which she had just begun to read. Why did I feel uneasy?
We will meet on Saturday and go to the yellow Mug.
This is the sign that was in front of Walker’s house on his birthday.
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