33 NoraOne minute after Channing departed, Nora put her untouched glass of orange juice in the fridge, shook a smoke from her pack, and lit up. Man, she was going to miss smoking with Channing. But she agreed with Winnie. An expectant mother shouldn’t inhale toxic fumes.
Savoring the nicotine hit, Nora popped back into her kitchen alcove and started a new pot of coffee. Hopefully, more java would give her a boost. This past week, she’d worn herself out, filing the lawsuit for Lisa on Thursday and making the round-trip to Parma on Friday.
After twelve hours of sleep, she was still wasted. In her jammies at three o’clock on Sunday afternoon. She hadn’t even folded up her bed. She glanced at the Sunbonnet Girl quilt topping the rumpled sheets on the sleeper sofa. Her grandmother had a story
