22 NoraNora crossed her right knee over her left. The black pump on her right foot slipped off her heel and dangled from her toes.
Frowning at her shiny nylon-clad legs, she uncrossed them, put her knees together, and positioned both pumps side by side on the floor.
She yanked her skirt down over her kneecaps.
Should she undo another button on the suit jacket to show more of her demure white silk T-shirt?
Or fasten all three for the full pinstriped effect?
Maybe she shouldn’t have chosen her power suit for this meeting. The thermal underwear she’d worn under yesterday’s casual attire was warmer and less binding that her go-to-court bra and sheer stay-up stockings.
But warmth and comfort hadn’t been on her mind this morning.
Last night, she’d driven to the Harper family farm. After a
