Mother Nature blessed Braxton overnight by sending boatloads of powdery white dust to blanket the Saddlebrooke National Forest. The giant fir trees looked gorgeous with their robust green branches covered in bright snowflakes. I pulled into The Big Beanery parking lot to meet Myriam for an early breakfast on Monday morning. After hemming and hawing about what to do, it seemed more appropriate to call her Myriam rather than Dr. Castle since we would be colleagues for the next month.
Myriam had chosen a chestnut brown pantsuit with a vibrant orange, open-collared blouse. Rather than add a tie or broach, she wrapped an elegant silk scarf around her neck. She looked impeccable, and I couldn"t argue with her taste in clothes. Her hair, however, hadn"t changed since the last time I"d seen her,
