Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

together like water from a broken pipe. “There is that lovely boutique near the square, the one with the blue linen jackets you always admire. My treat, Clara. We could make a whole day of it.”

Over Nicole’s shoulder, I watched her gaze slide away from my face. Her eyes darted toward the parlor door, which stood half-open, revealing a sliver of the continue reading …