Carol nodded. “Yes, cold air can do that sometimes.” She bustled back to the kitchen.
Kate followed her, eyes narrowed. Seemed like every other thing Carol said had some hidden meaning. Or was she just being paranoid?
She leaned back, hand on her forehead. Carol returned with some pills and a glass of water.
“Here you go, dear.” She sat on the edge of the couch near Kate. “So, how was your drive?”
“Fine.” Kate popped the two pills and chased them with the water.
“Just fine?” Carol was smiling but seemed worried by that answer.
“Just fine, yes. Fine is sometimes just…fine.” She rubbed her throbbing temples.
“I suppose a lot of the town seems different?”
“Some.” Actually, most of it seemed pretty much the same. She had gotten used to the fast changes of life around Chicago. Boutiques
