An Angel in the MoonlightChapter 13
I was out to lunch with ‘Mom’, the office manager and oldest woman in the office. She was in her late fifties and earned the nickname by literally mothering all the younger females in the office and it was given with love. She had married when she was just seventeen and had just celebrated her fortieth wedding anniversary. I’d been hit on by a salesman at the office and was complaining to Martha. “I know I’ve been out of the dating pool for awhile, but are all men horn dogs now? It seems...