Tales of shapes romance #13

In any case, whatever had happened, it didn't matter to her was long gone and she needed help. If this was the same and if he really had felt that he owed her parents a favour all those long years ago, perhaps he would be willing to make her a loan now.

Astonished at her own temerity, she flicked through the pages of the telephone directory again and scribbled the address into her pocket notebook. The office was only a few blocks away, and it was still mid-afternoon if she was lucky.

She didn't stop to the think that she was hardly dressed for an interview with a prominent lawyer until she was actually inside the office suite. Then she paused, her scuffed running shoes sinking into what felt like a foot-thick royal blue carpet, she stood holding the heavy walnut door, so perfectly balanced on its hinges that it could be pushed open with a single finger, and wished that there was a gracious way for her to back out.