TWENTY-THREE
Ruby came barreling into Rachel's office, bright and early. Rachel had barely sat down to sip her coffee.
"Well, I'm not like Penelope," Ruby sputtered.
That was certainly a true statement, Rachel thought. What was her problem so early in the morning?
"But, the noise coming from the apartment next door is not conducive to my sleep or peace and quiet." Ruby stood before Rachel, arms crossed over her bony chest, which was completely covered for a change by an uncustomary tee-shirt over shorts.
"Which one? You live in between two apartments."
"The one where that little floozy just moved in." Ruby's expression was angry.
"Floozy?" Ruby calling someone a floozy was almost comical. "Who is this person, Ruby?"
"You know, don't pretend. Probably a friend of yours, too," Ruby w
