She was running late. She hated running late, but Hannah completely had a legitimate excuse with a woman going into labor that morning and lasting most of the day. "I'm sorry!" Hannah rushed through the door of Susan's home, a pie balanced in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. "Babies keep their own schedule."
She hadn't even dressed up for the dinner party, Hannah thought regrettably as she caught sight of Susan. A tee shirt and pair of jeans made up her outfit. "I hope I didn't miss anything too important."