Chapter Three
Jo unsnapped Daisy’s leash after their Saturday afternoon walk. It was cool for early May, chilly, but sunny. As hot water filled the tub, she perused her closet. What to wear tonight?
She had a lovely collection of colorful sundresses she had found in a little shop on Cape Cod the summer she had rented a vacation house with Mitzi and Beth, her two best friends. But those were for summer. She bit her lip, as nothing else would do. What do you care? Pick something. This isn’t really a date. He’s a colleague. As she rummaged through outfits, hanger by hanger, she discarded everything as not good enough, until she came upon a straight, pink and gray tweed skirt.
She had bought it in London. It was a heavier weight wool, and she had hardly worn it. She laid it out on the bed t
