Chapter Eleven
Mary-Michael strode into the office at six-thirty the next morning and made herself a pot of tea. On this particular morning, she needed the pick-me-up a strong pot provided. She’d lain in bed most of the night reliving each moment she and Lucky shared the previous summer. She also remembered the days immediately after he left, when she’d prayed that God had given her a child to carry and nurture—a part of Lucky to have forever and remind her of their one passionate weekend.
Then she got her menses. She’d been devastated. Even Mr. Watkins had seen how upset she was on that fateful morning when she realized she would not become a mother. She spent that entire day in her room crying. The following morning she was back at work, with a renewed energy to complete the two clippe
