#Chapter 284 The Ivory Columns

  Heather waited on me when I returned to the little restaurant the next morning. While I was ordering coffee and a pastry, she recognized me.   “Daisy Wilson, how are you,” she said.   “I’m good, Heather. How are you?”   She shrugged. “Okay, I guess. I’m looking forward to starting classes next week at Denhurst College. I love to learn.”   “What’s your major?” I inquired.   “Pre-law,” the pretty Beta replied.   “You’ll make a great lawyer,” I told her. “I was going to study law too, but a friend talked me into journalism.”   I looked around at the mostly empty restaurant. I deliberately arrived during the slower time between breakfast and lunch.   “I’m practicing my investigative skills with a story I think needs to be brought to everyone’s attention,” I said. “I’d like to speak to you briefly about it.”   Heather checked her watch. “I can take my break in five minutes. I’ll check on my tables, grab a cup of tea, and be right back.”   Heather warmed up my coffee a