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working on being a keg. After a brief introduction as being Julia’s friend and ride, he conducted an up and down visual review of me and then the situation in the ladies’ room. He didn’t ask about or act like he noticed Isabella.
    “Don’t let anyone go in there. I’m calling the cops,” Pinky said as he marched off to find a phone. Over his shoulder he shouted, “Jewel, don’t let her leave, she’s a witness.”
    “Witness? No, no, no, no, no, no. I can’t wait for the police.” I tried to answer as he bolted off to make the call. It was going to take at least an hour for the police to get here, and another hour for them to figure out the situation, take notes, statements, and arrest this clown. It could take hours before I could return to Charity. If the police put my name on a complaint it was sure to find it’s way into Dante’s hands, and subsequently, my parents. This couldn’t get any worse. But, I have been wrong before, and I would be wrong again.
    “Julia, I mean, Jewel tell Pinky I have to leave,” I said trying to appeal to her for help.
    “No can do. Pinky’s the man. What he says goes. The cops aren’t gonna care if some Peeping Tom sees us. You’re a patron, a tourist-type person. This is clearly a violation of your privacy. This is bad for Ceiling Boy. Sorry, you have to wait.”
    “I don’t think someone snoring while I sit on the throne is a violation of my privacy. I didn’t see him, I heard him. How much do you think he could see? He’s asleep—and snoring. You . . . you and I heard him snoring. Maybe I am violating his nap time,” I said.
    “You can’t get your car if Pinky tells Jimbo not to let you leave. This won’t take long.” Julia busied herself putting on more makeup, lots and lots of makeup. “Here, you want to try some?” she offered me her brushes.
    “No, I have to leave, and I don’t want to get arrested looking like a streetwalker if I ever get out of here.”
    Just then Suzanne squeezed into the dressing room to get ready for her shift. “What’s with the ladies’ room?” she asked. “Pinky said don’t go in there. Where are we supposed to go?”
    I explained what was going on and Suzanne wasn’t even fazed. She said, “I’ll go in the men’s room if I have to. I grew up with brothers, what’s the big deal? And what’s with the dog? You rescue another one?”
    “No, this dog belongs to the guy I kissed at the parade.” I said.
    Suzanne stopped changing clothes and faced me to give me her full attention. “Oh, this oughtta be good. Go on.”
    I told her what had happened, and that I wanted to get back into the hospital to tell Jiff his dog was okay.
    “Why don’t you just call and leave a message?” Suzanne asked.
    “If I call and leave my name, it’s possible whoever shot him might be able to figure out who has his dog and who I am.”
    “Good point. You know, I think you should consider getting your own place. You are up to your neck in personal stuff with your family, Dante, and his family, and they all have a ringside seat to everything you do. Wait til they hear all this,” she said.
    “My mother said if I move out—and no respectable woman moves out on her own without a husband—I can’t come back if I don’t make it.”
    “Well, thank God.” said Julia, now completely transformed into Jewel. “For a minute I thought you might have to suck it up and crawl back to Mommy Dearest if you needed to. Knowing you can’t move back means you have to make it. The ol’ ball and chain is doing you a favor!”
    “Your mother’s trying to control you. Besides, your dad would help you. He might even move out with you,” Suzanne laughed at her own joke. “Listen, my roommate is leaving to get her own place. You can move in with me. Heck, I don’t care how many dogs you bring home.”
    “You’re right. I have to get through this with Jiff and Isabella and review my expenses. I’ll let you know in a couple of days.