Chapter 70

"You and your sister-wives must have made such fetching brides for the charismatic leader," Levi said.

"Ha. Ha." I snapped my wooden chopsticks in two. "My options were limited." To a white dress with a fitted bodice, puffy sleeves, and a ruffled hem that hit at the most unflattering point of my mid-calf.

"Limited because you don't do laundry and it was the only thing left in your costume bag," Priya said.

"This dress conveys sweet and innocent. I'll have you know it served its purpose admirably when I had to get some information out of a very nice grandmother at a senior's home."

"What kind?" Levi draped his suit jacket over the moss green wingback chair that was set out for clients. "How to churn butter and build a log cabin?"

"You can't have it both ways." I shoveled in my first piece of salmon sashimi. "Am I a cult escapee or Laura Ingalls Wilder?"

"Hard to say. They both have merit."