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We found the next name on the list and drove to the house. I walked to the front door and knocked. After waiting, the door was opened by a woman in her forties dressed as, of all things, a playboy bunny.
“Bernice Vallens?” I asked.
She moved to shut the door in my face, but I stuck my foot in the door just in time.
“Ow–you stupid dope!” I cried in pain. “What’s wrong with you? We just wanna talk with you a second.” I winced down at the scuff mark on high heel, and throbbing toe inside it.
“I’m sorry. I’m so stupid sometimes,” she whimpered, as she fetched a napkin.
Katie and I watched astounded as the woman dropped to her hands and knees and buffed the smear off my smudged high heel.
I exchanged a puzzled look with Katie, who was desperately trying not to giggle. Being around forty and a few pounds overweight, her large breasts pleasantly strained across her little pinky bunny suit, black pantyhose, pink high heels and matching pink bow tie and cuff links! I pretended shock, but I kept shamefully watching this grown woman kneeling on the floor with her cotton tail bobbing in the air.