Chapter 77
“What did you say?” “I said,” he repeated patiently, “that I’ll take Bree. She can come from her school to the university, and play at my office until I’m ready to come home.” I rubbed my nose. “I thought you didn’t think it appropriate for staff to bring their children to work.” He had been quite critical of crewmans. Clancy, one of the secretaries, who had brought her grandson to work for a month when his mother was sick. He shrugged, looking uncomfortable. “Well, circumstances alter cases. And Brianna’s not likely to be running up and down the halls shrieking and spilling ink like Bart Clancy.” “I wouldn’t bet my life on it,” I said wryly. “But you’d do that?” A small feeling was growing in the pit of my clenched stomach; a cautious, unbelieving feeling of relief. I might not trust
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