Fretting about Peterson"s reckless driving, Claire was too distracted to ponder the conversation with Wells. She arrived back at the newspaper office, hung up her coat and hat, and went to her desk.
"O"Connor," Dudley bellowed before she had a chance to thumb through her spiral pad for the notes on the garden club.
"Yes, sir," she said, jumping up to go see what he needed.
"Got all you needed for the pre-gardening piece?" Dudley asked.
"Yes, sir. Peterson said he"d develop the photographs."
Dudley waved that away. "Fine, fine. We"ll use the photos he took later—the ones before with the bare ground next to the flowers in bloom. For now, we"ll just do a short teaser announcing the pretty stuff that will come in the spring."
He tapped his watch, "Three column inches or less by deadline
