33I sat at my desk Monday morning. The time read eight-thirty as I tried to work on one of the books I had in progress when Ruth walked in.
“Good morning. What brings you here so early?”
She growled at me, then set about getting herself organized, pulling her arms out of her raincoat, setting her bag down, rummaging through it for something she needed, glaring at the pile of papers on her desk, among other things. “Okay. I'll leave you alone now.” And went back to my work. Within a moment, the phone rang.
“I have some bad news and some good news,” said Frances, my erstwhile producer.
“Oh?”
“Which do you want first?” She sounded almost smug.
Thinking about the miracle of birth and how lovely my new half-sister was, I said, “Give me the bad. I can take it.”
“We're going with someone e
