Chapter ThirteenRuth trotted up the stairs from the Underground and hurried toward her apartment building. We’ve known each other a long time, and you seem upset, so I’m going to overlook what I think you’re inferring. Hopefully Varis would be home so Ruth could apologize. Once again her zeal to get to the bottom of a story had caused her to offend someone she loved. Maybe she wasn’t cut out to be a reporter.
“Don’t be ridiculous. You were putting your foot in your mouth long before you became a journalist,” Ruth muttered. She rubbed her back then dug in her purse for the house key. She had given Varis space by sleeping on the too-short and too-lumpy couch rather than in her own bed in the room they share. Varis had managed to leave for work this morning without waking her.
The key slid
