Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout
“I found it in the conference room during the Whitcombe rehearsal.”
“She give you anything else?”
“A mug.
Sophie painted it.
It says World’s Best Dad in purple, and the D is backwards.” I set the astronaut down on the Formica, facing me.
“Leave him out,” Marlene said.
“He’s doing more for you than the coffee.”
She went to the pie case and came back with a business magazine folded open to the middle, then slid it under the counter when she caught me noticing.