Chapter Twenty-TwoTwo days later, Cora stood by the window in a large room in Broadcasting House. She waved her hand in an effort to clear the heavy, gray cigarette smoke that swirled in front of her face. Dozens of journalists paced and chatted among themselves waiting for the London bureau chief to show up. He’d promised an announcement, and many of the reporters were making wagers as to the topic.
Van waited in the far corner with two men he’d known in Iowa. His laughter carried to her location, and she couldn’t help but smile at the sound. He’d been a good sport during their run-in with Myrtle, acting as if he didn’t have a care in the world despite her insinuation that he and Cora would be out of a job in the very near future.
Had he contacted their editor as promised? If they were
