CHAPTER 18
Juliette held up a sheet of paper. “Does this order from Liberty Press go in this month’s file or last’s?”
Roger glanced at the letterhead. “This month’s.” He bent down over the shredder.
“What about this one?” She held up an unopened envelope.
“That’s just trash. Pass it here.” After feeding the junk mail through the shredder, Roger straightened up and stretched his back. He ran his hand over his head, fingering his small bald spot. Last year it was the size of a penny. Now it was at least as large as a quarter. “Think you’ll be ready for some lunch soon?”
Juliette straightened a stack of papers on his desk. “Whatever.”
“Well, don’t sound so excited.”
She shrugged one shoulder but didn’t look up. “I’m not really hungry.”
Roger was about to joke about how rare it was for
