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 ...