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issued earlier in the day indicating a slim chance of tornado conditions. Kate considered it for a moment, wondering about the odds of a tornado touching down and thinking that it was a good thing she’d brought her rain jacket. She still had some time before her assignment, a city meeting on parks that Dorothea had given her.
    Kate glanced at Tommy. He was a good-hearted, hardworking kid, she thought, before her concern shifted to whether Chuck and Dorothea had assigned a reporter to monitor the possible storm.
    She took stock of her temporary “squatter’s” desk, at the artifacts left by the previous occupant; the torn city map pinned to the fabric half wall, alongside the calendar and the fading list of contact numbers.
    She had worked at a newspaper in Ohio before she was laid off. Now she was a week into a three-week “internship” at Newslead’s Dallas bureau. Internship? It’s an all-out job competition .
    Kate was one of three reporters in the program. The other two candidates were experienced and they were Texans.
    Roy Webster, 42, had been with the Houston Chronicle for twenty years before he was laid off. His team had been a finalist for a Pulitzer for its coverage of Hurricane Ike.
    When they had all first met, Webster had extended his hand. “You’re not from Texas, are you, Kate?”
    “No, I’m not.”
    “You chose a helluva way to get to know the state.” He winked.
    The other candidate, Mandy Lee, 33, was a general assignment reporter and former teen beauty queen, who’d won two state news awards before she’d taken a buyout from the Dallas Morning News .
    She was cool to Kate when they’d met.
    “Canton, Ohio? I didn’t know they even had a paper in that itty-bitty town.” Mandy showed Kate her pageant-winning smile.
    Kate knew she was at a disadvantage. She’d also sensed that Dorothea Pick had disapproved of her being on the short list.
    “You’re fortunate to be here,” Dorothea had said. “There were so many strong candidates right here in Dallas.”
    For his part, Chuck Laneer, impressed by Kate’s doggedness when she’d worked in Ohio, had been firm but fair.
    “Just show us your best,” he’d told her.
    Oh, she’d do more than that.
    Roy and Mandy may be better qualified but Kate was a never-say-die fighter. At the end of the internship, one of them would have a job. The others would go home unemployed.
    Losing out was not an option for Kate. These days most newsrooms across the country were cutting staff. Few were hiring. This was Kate’s best shot at a full-time job, maybe her only shot, and so far it was not looking good.
    So far, her work had received little play, or had resulted in inserts in other peoples’ stories. She’d had her name on only one item that had been picked up nationally. She’d put a lot on the line to be here.
    She could not fail.
    Kate met the eyes of Grace smiling from her screen saver, and a wave of guilt rolled over her.
    Did I make the right decision, doing this?
    Grace, Kate’s six-year-old daughter, was back home in Canton, staying with friends. Lord, how Kate missed her; she hated being away from her but she needed a full-time job. She was laid off from the Repository six months ago and this Dallas internship was her best shot at a new start.
    But so far, it was not going well. She needed to deliver stronger stories.
    Kate’s phone rang. It was Dorothea.
    “Got your story. Come see me.”
    When Kate got to Dorothea’s desk, the news editor patted a chair she’d rolled next to hers. Kate’s story was up on her monitor.
    “Have a seat,” Dorothea said. “I want you to see what I’m going to do.”
    Dorothea Pick, second in command at the bureau, was in her late forties. Kate thought she wore a little too much makeup and with her overarching eyebrows, appeared to be in a state of perpetual surprise, or anger. She had a lovely voice that dripped with Southern charm that bordered on condescension whenever she addressed Kate about