Chapter 18: A Big Victory

Two years later, as Angela ran toward the courthouse, she noticed a stain on her blouse over her left breast. It looked like smeared banana. Darn it! She’d been so careful trying to get out of the house without ruining her outfit for once.. Rory must have wiped it on her when she lifted him from his high chair at breakfast. On closer examination, the stain looked greasy, so it was probably peanut butter. It didn’t matter. The shirt was ruined one way or the other. Rory’s sticky little fingers were brutal on fine fabrics.

Despite the stain, Angela smiled at the thought of her son, Rory. Only fourteen months old, he was the light of her life. With his broad, chubby cheeks and deep dimples, Angela couldn’t resist his angelic smile. When he laughed, the world felt like a better place. His eyes sparkled with the clearest shade of aqua, two precious jewels against his pale, clear skin.