It was quiet the rest of the week. Cinda was back in her own house, all new locks on all the windows and doors, courtesy of William. The man was overprotective, and she’d told him so, gotten a simple “Don’t argue with me, Catherine would have done no less.” So, he had done no less herself.
Had been reminded Thursday about Saturday's Christmas tree trimming before she’d gone home to see William off. Gotten a text message on Thursday night as another reminder and told shopping Friday afternoon to keep her schedule open from 2 pm. Couldn’t very well say not to the woman, or say she was busy.
Lori now knew she was working from home. So did as she was told. Was even ready and smiling when Lori arrived to pick her up. It was a long afternoon of looking at everything Christmas, and Cinda offere
