23 NoraNora’s fingers formed fists. If Rosamund unloaded on her, she’d fight back.
Rosamund held up a warning finger. “Don’t sell your grandmother short. She did a fine job raising you.”
Resting her elbows on her knees and angling her body closer, she added, “I know that you turned your life around. I’ve read what judges have written and said in response to you. You’re an amazing legal talent and I admire you.”
Her words left Nora struggling for an appropriate response.
She’d imagined Rosamund as coolly judgmental. She prepared herself for criticism, not praise.
After a few seconds, she managed to blurt out a thank you and lamely added another stock phrase.
“I appreciate your confidence.”
“Not confidence,” Fred corrected. He swept into the room and claimed the empty chair. “Admirati
