Chapter Ten
Work Hard, Play Hard
The jarring ring of the alarm awoke Victoria from a deep sleep. She glanced at the clock; it read seven o’clock. Her head ached. It wasn’t her old migraine, which she had suffered from very little lately; rather she was hung over. She wanted to go back to sleep, but she had work to do—too much, far too much work. Wearily she dragged herself out of bed, put on her robe and headed for the bathroom, after which she went into the dining room. Linda stood there in her long cotton nightgown, waiting, staring at the floor.
“Bring in the coffee,” Victoria ordered. She was in an ill humor, and spoke sharply.
Linda came out with the pot and filled Victoria’s cup, then stood there waiting for instructions. Victoria quickly gulped down the hot coffee; the fog in he
