Wendy finished her breakfast. The two cups of coffee had not energized her this morning. The meeting last night had lasted until ten thirty. She looked at the pile of laundry, the floors that needed sweeping, vacuuming, and mopping, and then she attacked. She had sworn the house would be cleaned today. Lunch was a quick sandwich and a yogurt drink.
She hurried into the bathroom to put on fresh makeup. Her light brown hair fell in waves and the red lipstick and blush matched the red in her pantsuit. She searched her face, but the desert sun had not yet produced the wrinkles that could start at any time since she just celebrated her fortieth birthday last month. A quick glance at her watch said there were fifteen minutes before she needed to leave for a meeting in Joshua Tree.
She collapse
