It rained Wednesday, and by the time Jane got to work, her shoes were wet and scuffed. They were scuffed even before today from the constant walking that they had not been meant for. She hung up her raincoat and could barely wait for the coffee to brew to get rid of the slight chill that had settled in her bones. Today was unusually cold for late spring, and she kept on the gray wool sweater that she wore over her white blouse. She was wearing her navy skirt again but didn't dare ...