Moira sat curled on her couch with a huge bowl of buttered popcorn and His Girl Friday popped into the DVD player. It might not be the best date in history, but it didn’t suck either. The opening credits rolled and Moira studied the frame.
It talked about how in the good old days, reporters did anything short of murder to get the story. There was something romantic about that idea. She wanted the fire of a great story to hunt down. She glanced at the mess she’d made earlier and still hadn’t cleaned up. Her time would come for a great story.
Then, on the screen, Hildy entered and Moira was immediately caught up in the banter and fun.
A few minutes in, as Hildy ranted about Walter basically stalking her, a knock on the door almost caused Moira to drop her bowl of popcorn. She hit pause an
