Don’t start going soft toward her just because you share a similar loss. She’s still your employee. A meddler. And she has a boyfriend. That last thought pulls me out of the drain I’m circling with a jolt. I haven’t given a single thought to Winnie’s boyfriend since I met the guy at Pat and Lindy’s reception earlier in the week. It only took a minute or two in a room with him for the buttoned-up and boring Dale to rub me totally the wrong way. He seemed all wrong for Winnie. Or maybe it’s just a reminder that I barely know the woman.
