Chapter 32Angela woke the next day feeling rather numb. She couldn't believe she'd made such a promise to Bobby. Maybe she would want to get pregnant next year, but what if she didn't? What then? She drove to work in a daze, negotiating the traffic on auto pilot. When she arrived a copy of the morning paper was on her desk and a photo of Kenny stared back at her.
“Mornin',” Paul said. “Boss is furious with Mrs Scott for undermining him. Seems that God phoned him yesterday evening for an update. Now Frank's really miserable. He's sitting in his room and the whisky bottle's been moved off the floor and onto his desk. You might want to take him a coffee and console him before he opens it and downs the lot.”
“Why me?” she whined. “What's wrong with you consoling him?”
“He's already blown me
