32 Nora“I can’t believe Bennett f****d us again,” Nora muttered.
It was Tuesday morning and she and Channing had left the Superior Court hearing room.
The air in the second floor hallway smelled strongly of freshly-baked bread, advertising that cinnamon buns had recently emerged from the cafeteria ovens on the ground floor.
The odor didn’t soothe Nora’s fury.
Two minutes earlier, Judge Bennett had ruled that the temporary restraining order would remain in effect until February first.
“You destroyed Attorney Fred Rogers.” Her whisper was so fervent, the final S sounded like a buzz saw. Rogerzzzz
Channing lifted one shoulder in a what-you-gonna-do shrug. “The law is on our side. This is only a delay. The judge will have to let us dig in the end.”
“In the end.” She was so disappointed,
