14 NoraAt five minutes to five on Friday, Nora saved her letter to Judge Bennett on a flash drive.
She’d take it home. See if she came up with any stronger arguments in favor of exhumation. Send it on Monday.
The effort had left her in a foul mood. To avoid any invitation to celebrate Quinn’s successful day in court, she slipped out of the Center, saying goodbye only to Channing.
On her way home, she detoured by a wine specialty shop and bought two bottles of her favorite, a Zinfandel with an alcohol content of fifteen percent. It was the only company she wanted at the end of yet another day where she’d had to keep her mouth shut while the Beast s**t all over her.
By the time her cellphone croaked at six-thirty, she’d downed two glasses of the fruit bomb.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have
