Mary Ellen asked as Nadya collected her purse and car keys. “I can get my sitter to come early and watch the boys.” “No, but thanks. I think this is something I have to do on my own.” “Okay, but if you need me just call. I’ll be there in no time.” “It’ll be fine. What’s the worst thing that could happen?” “I don’t know. I’m just nervous for you. Heck, I think I’m more nervous than you.” “I feel better now that I’ve made the decision to find out what my father had to say. It won’t change anything, but it’ll be a relief to put it behind me.” She hoped. “Well, you look like a million bucks. That’s got to count for something.” “I’ll let you in on a secret. I buy everything on consignment. Even the car was used.” “Get out of town. You must make good money as a lawyer.” Nadya adjusted a stray curl and stuck it back in the French twist. Damn Georgia humidity. “When I first started interviewing, I didn’t have two nickels to rub together.
