All The Right Angles
The high heels of Francesca Moretti’s black leather pumps clicked as she walked down the sidewalk. She spoke into her cell phone, the conversation with her brother Mark carried out on autopilot because she’d had this exchange before. The generic responses she gave could have been uttered in her sleep.
Momentarily, Francesca grew distracted by a sleek summer-white suit displayed in the window of Solara, a high-end-fashion store. The neckline was plunging and required a sophisticated blouse beneath, while the cut of the skirt was fitted at the hips.
“Umm,” she murmured, as Mark went on about how Dad was wanting everything done yesterday on the job. The crane had just arrived from Seattle by rail car, and the first section was assembled. They had only so much time, and the track hoes had broken ground and—
“Do you think I look better in white or black?” she asked with a smile, knowing it would irk Mark to change the subject when he was building up a head of steam on a venting spree. She didn’t mean to be facetious, but they’d worked on countless construction jobs together and it was par for the course that something would ... read full excerpt from: All The Right Angles ebook
