"I don't know if "Rosemary is at home," she said honestly. "She dropped by my apartment, asking where... um, certain girl things could be found." There was just enough hesitation in her voice to make her story sound authentic, and the blush came without her even meaning it to. "Dayle was there, though, visiting, and she offered to take Rose into town to help. I offered to assist, but they apparently thought I wouldn't be needed," she added dryly.
Hah. And she didn't even have to lie. She fought the urge to glare at the dumpsters.
Charlie sighed and stretched her arms over her head, the picture of nonchalance. "Honestly, I think the earrings are a lost cause. They were cheap, and I think I'd rather get new ones than plow through anymore garbage. My fingernails are starting to smell."
"So, I was going to go home anyway. Not to mention it's nearly lunchtime, and all I had for breakfast is a bowl of cereal. You can eat your burger and I'll probably make mac n' cheese. Sound good? Or did you already have other plans?"