Wash Away the Blues
“So, where are you? How soon will you be home?” his wife asked with bubbly anticipation. Brad’s features tightened into a wince. No matter how little he had wanted to hear the news, it was far more difficult to deliver it. “Baby, the office called.” Cathy groaned and all the joy left her voice. “You’ve already been gone a week. They can’t be sending you someplace else.” “They need someone in Chicago tomorrow, and I’m the only one close enough to get there by car. The weather is delaying flights...