Maybe she could live at Charterstone, where she already lives, and she could take a shuttle, or catch a ride from the many close friends everyone at Charterstone thinks they have.
My break was exactly what I needed. My only disappointment was that I didn't get to blog about Mary's road rage:
This reminded me of the time an old woman on the road near our grocery store got upset at my wife for some imagined offense, got out of her car, started banging on my wife's car window, screaming the F-word, and essentially flipping out. My wife just ignored her until the light turned green and drove off. Old ladies who suffer from road rage should not be driving!
Well, I'm back. I've read all the comments on the last post. (Winner: Hia5 for Hanna the Wiccan.) But I wondered if anyone would take a guess as to where I spent my break. I left a clue for you on this page that any hot shot teenaged detective should have been able to figure out.