It was after eight o'clock when my stomach reminded me of one of King Sparrow's directives.
“For f**k's sake, eat."
Turning off my laptop, I packed it in my carry-on to take upstairs. I wanted to be ready for work in the morning—I'd been away for too long. After talking with Louisa, I felt better, more caught up. We'd spoken for nearly an hour. After that, I called Winnie. Her excitement at commuting back and forth between Chicago and Boulder was contagious—and at first surprising. I hadn't realized it was a commuting thing. I thought she was only helping to train someone else. And since I hadn't been the one to propose the original promotion—because apparently an increase in salary was involved too—I spent more time listening than speaking.
She told me a little about her friend. They
