The Education Of Mrs ConnorsChapter 3
Donna was in a bitchy mood when she slammed the door shut behind her. The flight home had seemed painfully long, and the weather-induced layover in Miami hadn't helped. But worst of all, it was only Wednesday afternoon. Who'd have thought the bastard would have such a small prick, she thought, and even worse, no idea at all what to do with it. Well, at least I got the first flight out on Monday. Throwing her bags down in the front hall, Donna went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass...