NORA
Nora called Mason as soon as she got back from dropping Sal off at the Prentiss place and asked him to meet her at the Whiskey. She had something to tell him, she said, and he agreed to meet her that night, after he ate dinner with his family.
She arrived at seven thirty and took a table in the back, away from the patrons who, from the looks of them, had been there since happy hour. She knew them all, of course: Harry Staunch and Pete Garrity, who used to drink with her father; Mary Barnes; and Mindy Lonnon the court reporter with her horsey laugh. Nora remembered that laugh from when she used to pick up her father and Jeremy in high school. Your taxi’s here, Nora would say. Jeremy would say, come on, Dad, the meter’s running, and Mindy Lonnon would laugh and laugh.
She wasn’t laug
