Sunday afternoon came much sooner than Moira was ready for. She’d spent the morning doing more research and thinking about interviewing Rose Laws. What was the likelihood the woman would agree? Before requesting though, she wanted to have questions prepared, to have a plan. Time escaped while she was planning, and then she was running late for dinner.
She pulled up to her mom’s house and looked across the street at Jimmy’s. Eyeing the clock, she decided she could run there and drop off his slip of paper and then go to dinner. It offered her a quick escape so she wouldn’t have to deal with the awkward conversation after almost having s*x.
She knocked on the door and waited. Mr. O’Malley answered the door. “Hi, Mr. O’Malley. I’m Moira from across the street. Is Jimmy home? I have something
