The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. A sound sleeper, she was not roused by the creaky openings and closings of drawers as Lucy packed a single duffle bag with underwear and soap that was pilfered from a multipack of Zest in the Beck’s downstairs bathroom. But whither The Tigress was bound or who the owner was lay beyond the reach of Ah Cum's deductions. There was a little pain, but it wasn’t anything.
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