Hollywood, California, 1993. Tuesday [10/08 FT].

Astrid went to art class one evening, and they waited for Ms. Day, but she didn’t show up. One of the old lady students drove her home. She opened the door, expecting to find Claire in the living room, reading one of her magazines and listening to music, but she wasn’t there.

( Slight CW for a peek into Ingrid Magnussen's sociopathic brain. )

[[NFB, obvs, but open for poking! Cribbed from Chapter 18 of White Oleander by Janet Fitch, as our plot steadily moves along...]]