She brushed her teeth, washed her face, grabbed a shower and pulled out the annoying curlers. Limp and weak, her hair sagged, meaning she had to take the time to use her curling iron even though she’d suffered through the pain and torture of sleeping in curlers all night. She had a sneaky suspicion that the rest of the day was going to be just as torturous.Dressed and out the door in record time, she’d opted against using the curling iron and instead maneuvered her long hairstyle into a French twist. She’d dressed casually in slacks, knit top and short jacket, then hurried to her car to begin her day.As usual, traffic into the city wasn’t as accommodating as it could have been and it seemed that Fridays were always the worst, and to add to that it was her turn to pick up doughnuts and bagels for their weekly meeting. That meant a fifteen-minute detour to the bakery to stand in line to get doughnuts that would be consumed ten minutes into the meeting.After gathering the pastries, she rushed into the storefront office to begin her day.“Morning, all.
