“Yes, Miss Spencer.”The next day I tried to give notice to the grocery store, but they just accepted my immediate termination, promised to send me...my final check and I was finished with my career in groceries before it really got started.It turned out, as she’d said, there was plenty to do at Miss Spencer’s house. She carefully cleaned and maintained every facet of her house and car. Or, perhaps, it would be more accurate for me to say I cleaned and maintained everything under her. After pampering her owwie for a long time, Angela joined me for a ride around the ranch on the ATV. She hopped in and immediately demanded the right to drive, so I let her have the wheel and she drove just fine. "It's the first time I've driven anything since the night I switched bodies," she commented as we climbed the hill. "I was going to Google myself and the news for that night but never got up the nerve, because if I'm dead, then I am really stuck in this body. That was too much to. She was almost out the door before she remembered to grab some hairbands, remembering what Mr. Smithers had said about his fluffers keeping their hair away from their mouths while they worked. She stuffed a couple into her purse and headed out, anxious to get to the studio.“Hey, little lady,” Rachel heard as the bus doors opened and she stepped inside. Looking up, Rachel spotted the smiling face of the bus driver she’d had the day before.“Hi,” she replied with a smile as he nodded to the seat. " I said. "Where would a life on Arbor, with Trunk lead you, and would the red leathers match that life, or would it be the green ones?"The red leathers it was, and I have to confess, Alianna Parkin, in the dark red leathers looked like a vision.With the leathers picked, Alianna endured an old woman's ministrations in taking her measurements."Come back in two hours." The craftsman told us.With an image of how she would look in her new leathers, we went looking for weapons. Alianna had something.