41 NoraNora shifted her weight from one penny loafer to the other and swallowed the rest of her coffee.
Because she had to go through airport security an hour from now, she’d chosen slip-on shoes. Added her most comfortable khaki slacks to ease the pain of a cramped airline seat.
Not her spiffiest clothes, but her apparel from the waist down didn’t matter today.
If journalist Scott Barrow needed a photo to go with his story, he’d use only a head shot.
Yesterday, she’d retrieved her navy blazer and lighter blue dress shirt from the cleaners.
With luck, the creases would still be sharp when she got off the plane. She’d look totally professional.
She glared at the film of brown liquid on the bottom of her empty mug. Her brain swirling with ifs and maybes.
In reaction, she’d put way too
