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"Tonight I want to tell you about thatof murder mysteries, the Wallace case," I told my mirror Enthusiastically I tried Sincere after that; then Earnest

My brush caught in a tangle "Shoot!" I said, and tried again "I think the Wallace case can easily fill our whole prograular rara the Murder of the Month, as we jokingly called it, would have a guest speaker - soist who treated criminals, or the director of the local rape crisis center Once or twice, we&039;d watched a movie

But I&039;d coh material on the Wallace case, yet not so much that I&039;d be cos for Jack the Ripper Jane Engle had taken one for the victi the criation and the suspects You can&039;t skimp Jack "The elements of the Wallace case are these," I continued "A h, a chess tournament, an apparently inoffensive woman named Julia Wallace, and of course the accused, her husband, Williaathered all my hair into a broitch and debated whether to put it in a roll on the back of my head, braid it, or just fasten a band around it to keep it off my face The braid It made me feel artsy and intellectual As I divided my hair into clumps, my eyes fell on the fraiven me on my last birthday with an offhand, "You said you wanted one" My mother, who looks a lot like Lauren Bacall, is at least five-foot six, elegant to her fingertips, and has built her own s round tortoise-rilasses, and have fulfilleda librarian And she nah to a woman herself baptized Aida, Aurora ly, I love hed, as I often do when I think of her, and finished braiding my hair with practiced speed I checked lasses, brown eyes, pink cheeks (artificial), and good skin (real) Since it was, after all, Friday night, I&039;d shucked my work clothes, a plain blouse and skirt, and opted for a snug white knit top and black slacks Deciding I wasn&039;t festive enough for William Herbert Wallace, I tied a yellow ribbon around the top of my braid and pulled on a yelloeater A look at the clock told rabbed lanced around the big den/dining/kitchen area that took up the back half of the ground floor of the townhouse It was neat; I hate to come home to a messy place I tracked downfacts about the Wallace case all the while I had thought about xeroxing the indistinct old pictures of Julia Wallace&039;s body and passing them out to show the houlish and certainly disrespectful to Mrs Wallace A club like Real Murders seeh to people who didn&039;t share our enthusiashoulishness We kept a low profile I flipped on the outside light as I shut the door It was already dark this early in spring; we hadn&039;t switched to daylight savings tiht over the back door, h privacy fence looked swept and clean, the rose trees in their big tubs just coo," I huate behindspaces: there are extra ones on the other side of the lot for coetting into his car, too "I&039;ll see you there," he called "I&039;ve got to pick up Melanie first"

"Okay, Bankston Wallace tonight!"

"I know We&039;ve been looking forward to it"

I started upBankston leave the lot first on his way to pick up his lady fair It did cross my mind to feel sorry for myself that Melanie Clark had a date and I always arrived at Real Murders by looht as I usually had Maybe better

As I backed up I noticed that the townhouse next to ht s and an unfaned spaces So that hat Mother&039;s inght need to leave es while I was at work at the library Actually, I believe my mother just wanted to know she could talk to me while I wasn&039;t even home

I&039;d had the townhouse next door cleaned after the last tenants left It had been in perfect condition to show, I reassured hbor tomorrow, since it was h to pass the library where I worked, then turned left to get to the area of s stations where the VFW Hall was I was ht as well have left my notes at home