Sunday
Karen didn’t want to ever see another fortune cookie. She didn’t even want to see Chinese food. Or smell it. Or taste it. Or touch it. She didn’t even want to think about Chinese food.
Nor did she want to think about the fact that the police never caught the men who were chasing her and Peter. She was worried that the bad guys didn’t know that she had given the statue to the police and that they might come looking for it. She didn't know a lot about thieves with weapons and their resources, but she was convinced that they could find her address from Peter’s license plates. The police assured her that she was probably safe, but after the week she’d had, she was pretty sure she wasn’t.
She figured the ostrich got it right. She was ready to bury her head in the sand and pretend her troubles all went away.
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