“Are you and Zoe fighting?” Susan had waited until Zoe was out the door and on her way to school before broaching the question.
Flanna shrugged, then nodded.
“You’ll make up,” she said, confidently. “You’ve been apart for a few months. You just have to get used to each other again. “
Flanna doubted it, but kept silent.
“I’m off to work.” Susan grabbed her purse and keys off the table. “You sure you don’t want to spend the day at the shop?”
“No thanks, I’ll just stay home today.” A lie. “I’ll study.”
She waited until the dust settled behind Susan’s departing van before going back upstairs and dressing for her trip, and she was walking through the blackened and burned field between Susan and Price’s houses ten minutes later.
She remembered the fire that had decimated the field the pre
