Something, a feeling, a notion, tugged at Kate"s thoughts, but it never materialized. She felt…not really sad, but wistful? Was that the word? And the uneasy part was she wasn"t sure if it was for her friend or her. She rubbed her temples with her hand. Man. Being back here was really messing with her emotions.
“Well,” Carol stood suddenly. “Enough of that. I have to get ready for the ladies.” She hustled into the kitchen. In a few moments, Kate could hear pots banging and water coming from the faucet. And…was that sniffing? She couldn"t be sure.
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The doorbell rang, and a clatter of happy female voices echoed from the front hall. Tommy, Carol"s cat, shot past her and into hiding under an upholstered chair.
Kate understood exactly how the cat felt. She hadn"t planned on being at th
