Claire closed her eyes. Her breathing got deeper. She was awake-she could still hear Lydia greedily thumbing through pages-but she was also asleep, and in that sleep, she felt herself dipping into a dream. There was no narrative, just fragments of a typical day. She was at her desk paying bills. She was practicing the piano. She was in the kitchen trying to come up with a grocery list. She was making phone calls to raise money for the Christmas toy drive. She was studying the shoes in her closet, trying to put together an outfit to wear to lunch.
( Karin Slaughter )
[ Pretty Girls ]
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