Chapter 13
“You look like hell,” Merry-Beth commented as she strolled into Clara’s office the following Friday afternoon. She flung her expensive purse onto a nearby chair as if it cost mere pennies and threw herself into the chair opposite the desk Clara was occupying. “Like you look really bad.” She wrinkled her nose up and tilted her head as she studied her older sister. “Are you sick?”
“No, I’m not sick. I’m tired. It’s been a long week and we’ve had a few developments in our Innovation department that has the government hounding me for a meeting and I’m trying to put them off.” Clara wound her ponytail around her wrist and twirled her hair. She had been so tired this morning that the best she could do with her hair was make it straight, put it in a high pony and spray it so it barel
