Her column was due by midnight. Seven hours to go and she could find no inspiration in her mind, on the screen, or out the window.
Her hand was halfway to the bookcase before she stopped it. She didn’t want to pull out her old columns. They’d just make her feel even less competent at the moment if that was possible. All those fun, enjoyable meals. Meals where a rude-beyond-belief blind date hadn’t slapped at her so hard she could still feel the sting across her face.
The door buzzer jolted her out of the chair as if she’d been electrocuted. The only friends with the passcode to the street door were Jo and Perrin. She really didn’t want to face either of them. Through the front door peephole she could see it was worse, it was both of them—Perrin with a happy smile and waving a bottle of w
