Chapter 3
“You look better.” Mary eyed him as she entered the door to the tiny office, and dropped her purse in the bottom drawer of the single desk.
Donovan nodded. “Feel much better too. Dr. Wood fixed me right up.” He did a double take. Last he recalled her hair tint leaned toward blue. Now, today, it resembled baby chick yellow, in short curls. “Nice hair-do.” What else am I supposed to say? Blue is much more your color? You look ready for Easter? Donovan turned his attention back to work, chalking Mary’s recent salon visit up to the idiosyncrasies of elderly women.
“You like? Sammy’s been cutting my hair for ages. She thought it was time to shake things up a bit.” She entered the sorting area, grabbed a handful of white envelopes and started tossing them into bins, her knobby and c
