Pat's Stories

I saw them the moment I left my office. They were standing at the end of the hall by the elevator, their two heads together, the blonde and the brunette. Sisters, inseparable. They worked in the Capitol in different offices from mine, and I saw them every day as they met for lunch, the dark head and the light, angled so, bowed almost in a reverence toward one another. I stood looking up, watching the arrow indicating sixth floor, fifth floor, but conscious of the women besid