Chapter 8
Carol Lynne and I were standing on the lunch line and I was holding a plastic container filled with salad and a bottle of water. The café downstairs was more crowded than usual, which probably had to do with the rainy weather. "She suspects that I'm working on a special project. It's like she's a dog that can sniff out other people's business." Carol Lynne unloaded her office drama to me.
"As long as she can't get her hands on it. You did the right thing hiding it the way you have."
"What about you?"
"Found contracts I was supposed to fax crumpled on the floor."
She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "It's like we have to contend with ten-year-old mean girls."
I laughed because that was exactly what it felt like.
Carol Lynne's body jolted, and she turned around, fastening
