“I think we should tell her ourselves. Otherwise she might see the news on her phone or something.”
“You’re probably right. I just wish ...” Sandy didn’t finish her thought. Kennedy’s brain was only half awake, like her computer after she turned it on but had to wait for all her programs to load. What were they talking about? What news did they have for her?
Something about Reuben?
A small knock on the guest room door. Timid. Almost apologetic.
“Come in.”
Sandy with her long brown hair out of its normal French brain. A frown on her usually cheerful face. Dark lines under her eyes. Had she slept at all?
Carl muttering something as he passed down the hall. Apparently, this was women’s business. So it was Reuben, then. Had something happened to him? Had he been attacked in jail?
Please
