"There you are, late for dinner, again," sniffed Claire"s mother as she washed the dinner dishes.
"Sorry, Mother. I had to go back to the office to interview a source. He wasn"t available earlier."
"You look a fright, too, hair all mussed, and your clothes rumpled."
Claire looked down at herself, blouse half-untucked. At least she had correctly buttoned it back up. "Give me a minute, Mother, to freshen up and I"ll help you finish the dishes."
Claire ran up the stairs and looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She was a fright. She turned her head to the left and the right. There was, however, a happy glow about her. Or perhaps it was where Anthony"s stubbly beard had rubbed her face. No, she decided, it was a glow of a woman finishing her day in love.
By the time Claire fres
