The last time Dick had slipped something in her purse, it had been a small pistol with a note attached to it, saying to get rid of it down at the Piano Town Dump. Dick was so silly. He had the funniest sense of humor sometimes.She had slyly made her way down there and managed to get every single finger print off of it without anyone taking the least bit of notice. Dick was so proud. That was just his way of getting some action into the relationship, January thought. Maybe that was the reason the other women chose not to trust him, but she enjoyed the adrenaline rush that came with the fear of somehow getting caught for lord knew what. And besides, he made her feel like she was something. Sometimes she felt that way, at least. Other times she felt completely invisible. Like she didnt even exist.
Maybe he was trying to make up this time with the necklace. Or maybe it was stolen.
She fished through her purse looking for one of his characteristic notes, just to make sure, but after emptying out every pen, lotion, feminine product and stray penny, no note could be found. 'How strange,' she thought. 'I wonder where it could have come from...'