I was halfway out the main door when the strap of my purse caught on the door handle. My body reared back from nearly clotheslining myself. While I was frantically trying to untangle the strap, I felt a warm body at my back, and a hand grasped my arm. Then I heard the low drawl that filled my heart with dread and my body with chills. “Hey there, Celery Stick.” My shoulders dropped, along with my head and every ounce of my dignity. The hour of reckoning for all my sins was now upon me. “Or should I say, girlfriend?”
