When Claire walked into the newsroom Monday morning, she had a brooch tucked inside her purse designating her as a charity "angel," as Bridgett had called it.
"Miss O"Connor," Harry Dudley said before she could even hang up her coat. "There"s a razzmatazz holiday ball on the calendar for Saturday and," he looked at his watch, "you"re to meet the hosts, Alvin and Mrs. Snyder, at ten o’clock sharp. Here"s the address. If you hurry and catch the next trolley in that direction, you"ll arrive right on time."
Dudley handed her the paper with the address and notes on the ball in his crisp handwriting. Claire picked up a fresh notebook and pencil and took off.
It was after one o"clock before Claire finished talking to the Snyders and made her way back down the street. Thankfully, Mary Snyder wa
