Eve called Sandy from a phone booth in White Town early that afternoon.
Sandy’s voice answered the phone, and realizing it was Eve, she immediately spoke in a whisper. “Eve, is that you? We can’t talk, I’m being watched. They’re looking for you. Ditch the car, wear a disguise. Meet me at Macy’s in the toy department at 4pm.” The line went dead.
Eve stared at the receiver for several minutes, numb. She looked around the street to see if she could recognize anyone. She couldn’t. “Think fast, what do I do?”
She was on a main thoroughfare where the buses ran. She left the phone booth and reached the bus stop just in time. When the bus reached the downtown area, she pushed the bell to stop the vehicle. First, she needed money. It was Sunday.
Eve spotted a cash machine next to a convenience store. Nervous, she could barely remember her pin number. She asked for the maximum amount, terrified that her request would be rejected. Then she heard the friendly beeping sound from the machine as it spit out her bills. She let out a sigh of relief.
Inside the store, she bought a box of hair dye, and some reading glasses. She went to the bathroom and locked the door where she nervously opened the box and frantically brushed the dye into her roots, changing her from blonde to brunette.
Then she heard a knock.
“Hey, I’ve been waiting for a long time, is someone in there?”
Eve made her voice sound weak, “Sorry, I think I’m going to be in here for a while.”
She checked the time on her watch. “God, 15 more minutes.” Time had never dragged on so long. Finally, she was able to rinse her hair, hoping the color had done its job. Looking into the mirror, she was taken aback. Who is this woman? She applied makeup to her eyes and lips, dramatically changing her looks. When she finished, she tossed the evidence into the garbage and looked at her reflection. It was a shock, she was a different person. She frisked her hair with her fingertips, making a mental note to change its length when she returned home. Putting on the glasses, she left the store, striving for an invisible demeanor. It was nearly 4pm.
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