He stopped walking and looked steadily at her. “And what things matter to you, Miss Burton?”
AT least in this she hadn’t lied to her friends: As she’d told Artie, Marjorie really was in a rush. She wanted to put as much distance as she could between herself and her parents, to make sure they couldn’t follow her somehow and grab her back.
Surprisingly, this quick stop at the hotel was working in her favor. Perele and the others would think she was back living with her parents while she went job-hunting, and her parents would assume that she was angry and had gone back to the hotel. That should give her a few days to disappear from sight before anyone even realized she was gone.
But still… maybe they could trace her through the Mustang? Would they call the cops? Hire a private detective?
Just get out of here already, Marge. As fast as you can.
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