Outside, hazy clouds covered blue sky, filtering the sunlight, and the temperature was a balmy sixty-eight degrees.
Warm enough, she’d rolled up the sleeves on her favorite red gingham shirt and undone the top three pearl snaps, exposing the lace trim on her cotton undershirt. A gift from Winnie. Apparently on a crusade to make female lawyers over into her own sassy, sexy image.
Yesterday, Nora’d seen the transformed Channing at a Memorial Day barbecue. Damn, what a change! She’d asked if other people had reacted. Channing had mentioned the response that had surprised her most.
She’d shopped at the same supermarket for the past five years. The checkers usually asked her only routine questions like paper or plastic? Since the haircut, they’d started begging for the name of her stylist, s
