They found the woman, now nearly seventy, sitting stiffly in the outer office staring at the television. Two balled-up tissues rested in her lap, and she riffled a third in her bony fingers. Her reading glasses rode low on her nose, and she peered over the top of them at the television. She did not seem to look Buck and Chloe’s way as they entered, but it soon became clear she knew they were there. From the inner office, Buck heard a computer printer producing page after page after page. Loretta had been a southern belle in her day. Now she sat red-eyed and sniffling, fingers working that
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Loretta was in the last book, but I think this is the first real description of her that we get. Hope she sticks around, since having a 70-year-old southern belle in the party would be a lot of fun.
