Yawning and stretching, she padded barefoot across the kitchen and into the living room. She wandered aimlessly over to the window-wall and stood, hands tucked into the back pockets of her navy cord jeans, watching the boats surging upriver to their docks and moorings.She was tired. The day had seemed to drag on forever, and that, she thought, undoubtedly had a great deal to do with the fact that she wouldn't see O'Mara tonight. She and Midge had spent a couple of hours putting the shop back together, and then worked halfheartedly through the afternoon on the stock order. Fortunately, it had been a slow day for customers. Not that I welcome the lack of income, she mused, but neither of us was in top form for answering questions intelligently.The movement of the water, glittering and flashing in the light from the lowering sun, was hypnotic, and she tore her eyes away from the river to scan the evening sky. Should be a great sunset, she decided. Those clouds feathering across the western sky are going to pick up lots of color, and there'll be a lovely reflection on the ones overhead and to the southeast.
