Bourbon for Breakfast

Abstract

A tall, big-boned woman, with a gray sweater thrown across her curved shoulders, comes toward her with her hand extended. They shake. Edna thinks her own hand in the woman’s looks like a child’s. The big woman says, “Edna Nowell? Yes, I thought so. Thanks for agreeing to meet me here in Philly. Sorry I wasn’t able to fly you up here or meet you in the capitol. You know my mother lives in Seattle? You’d have to move out there.”...