Chapter Thirteen
“Michelle?” Nora said.
Michelle Baker, once Sarah Holmes, looked up from her computer console.
“Yes, ma’am?”
“Are you about done with that little project?”
“Just about, ma’am,” Michelle nodded. As Sarah she’d rarely called any woman ‘ma’am’, but Nora was such a kindly, motherly woman that she always wanted to treat her with respect.
“Good,” Nora smiled. “Once you’re done, you can go home for the day. I’m sorry I had to make you miss lunch, but this absolutely had to be done today.”
“I understand,” Michelle said. “Glad I could help.”
“You’re a good worker, Michelle,” Nora said. “Have you thought about moving on, finding yourself a better job?”
“Some day,” Michelle replied. “Not today, though,”
“Well, whenever you do, I’ll give you a really good reference. You’re a
