More than anything, this was home.
Sandy pulled a tray of fresh-cut fruit from her fridge and set it on the table. “I thought we’d start with this while the muffins cool.” She winked. “That way, we can at least pretend that we’re eating healthy.”
Kennedy took a pineapple chunk and remembered her conversation with Reuben in the student union. He had wanted more than anything to avoid a confrontation with the police. Why? Was it because he didn’t want to get arrested? Did he have some sort of premonition about what would happen to him? Or was there more to it? She replayed her conversation with him on the phone. What was it he’d wanted to tell her?
Sandy took a dainty bite from an oversized strawberry. “So tell me, darling, how are you doing with all this?”
Kennedy had no idea what Carl
