Chapter 41Karen Thomas' husband was upstairs. He insisted on wearing a tie. Problem was he had maybe two. They were somewhere inside his closet. He was having trouble finding either of them. If he had just put them on a hanger, as she had suggested, after a rare occasion when he wore one, he wouldn't have to go through this hunt routine every time.
It wasn't her concern. She could care less about a tie. Truth be told she may have spent a few extra minutes in front of her vanity, applied a bit more makeup than normally worn, but only because she had heard how the cameras made people look greasy, and pronounced every blemish. Karen didn't know how she would get through making a statement or taking questions without crying. Realizing mascara would run, and her eyelashes the least of her worr
