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Midnight arrived. As it did, the security guards swept through the building to make sure it was empty. Because they were male, Nancy guessed that they would give the girls’ locker room only a superficial glance. She was right. No one bothered to check the stall in which she was hidden, even though its door was shut and locked.

The lights went out. Nancy waited ten minutes, then moved. Her destination lay down a side hall, away from the main thoroughfares, so she didn’t have to worry much about running into one of the security guards. Along a row of administrative offices she did have to dart past one lighted doorway, though. Who would still be working at this hour? she wondered briefly. The next moment she forgot her question and continued on.

The basketball team’s locker room was open, she found. Slipping inside, she took her car flashlight from her jacket and flipped it on. One by one, she scanned the names taped to the face of each locker until she came to the one she wanted.

Michael O’Shea.

Fortunately, Mike kept an ordinary padlock on his locker. Nancy could crack simple combination locks with no problem, but key types were easier. She drew her lockpick from her pocket and quietly went to work.

She had it open in less than a minute.


-Nancy Drew: Two Points To Murder

I was going to start on Wintersmith by Terry Pratchett today, (then after it, I Shall Wear Midnight and then Anne of Green Gables), but there were problems with my file. Thankfully, I have it all sorted with the help of bookdepository.com.

So I read a Nancy Drew book I've been in the middle of for a while. I was given the treat of Nancy being a badass.

I just finished Hat Full of Sky by Terry Pratchett, which was good, which I already knew.

Tiffany's eleven now (something she's very put out when it's pointed out to her as why she's not allowed to go face a deadly monster on her own) and learning how to be a witch. I like Terry Pratchett's witches. The world could do with a lot more of them.

There is one problem with the Tiffany Aching books, though. They have a lot of elderly people in peril. Well. Getting old and sick peril.

See, one of my grandmothers spent most of her life as a heavy smoker. Her lungs are ruined now. She's on oxygen now, and has nearly died a few times. So now when I see these elderly people in the Tiffany stories, her thinking of her grandmother that died, an old man she has to assure has enough money for his own funeral, stuff like that, I mostly see my grandma. AND THEN I GET KIND OF WEEPY.

Note: I see her more in the elderly who are kind of dickish. My grandma is not described as a sweet little old lady. Back when my schizophrenia was pretty bad, I was kind of convinced she was a serial killer. It was really easy to believe, okay?

It doesn't help that, no lie, if you ever read the paper, mention a murder, and say 'Bet grandma did it', she'll go 'NO I DIDN'T BECAUSE I WAS [insert alibi here]'.

I just want to know why she always has an alibi prepared, okay.

I love my grandma.

Also, Hat Full of Sky has a Granny Weatherwax fart joke. It's true!