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“Where else would you keep emergency supplies?” Taylor asked skeptically.
“Your purse,” Vicky replied slowly. “For small things, like makeup, you can—um, sometimes wear something with small pockets,” Vicky concluded awkwardly, having realized just in time that, with Taylor’s self image problems, it would be a bad idea to mention hiding stuff in your bra.
Taylor, fortunately, did not seem to have noticed the near gaffe. “People set down their purses. They can also get grabbed, or caught on things, or forgotten. For some essentials it’s better to be sure.”
“It’s the Arcadia dance! There will be PRT, and police, you don’t have to worry about it.”
Taylor gave Vicky a look of pity. “What kind of training would it be if I took that attitude.” The intense girl shrugged. “Besides, better to build good habits.”
“Still,” Vicky hissed, “a thigh holster? You can’t bring a gun to the school dance!”
Taylor blinked. “Who said anything about a gun? I’ll have prepositioned caches, no, what I need are E&E tools to keep me safe until I get to one.”
Vicky shook her head then paused, and looked up sharply. “Is this why you wouldn’t try on that little black dress I showed you? Because it didn’t work with your thigh holster?!
“Well,” Taylor equivocated. “Not only because of that.”
“This really isn’t what they mean when they talk about keeping accessories in mind when picking an outfit.”
Taylor sniffed. “It’s not my fault some people don’t choose the right accessories.”