Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

the exhaust rising in pale gray plumes behind the trunk. She stepped out of the vehicle, her rapid footsteps loud on the gravel.

“Clara, we need to talk right now,” she said, her voice high and sharp.

“I have an appointment, Nicole,” I said, keeping my hands steady on my purse.

“You don’t have the luxury of appointments anymore,” she said, stepping closer continue reading …