JUST AS LOUISE HAD thought, Kate was upset. She’d wanted to talk about what happened at the party. “Don’t worry about it,” she told Kate. “It will pass.” The truth was, Louise didn’t want to talk. She didn’t want to discuss anyone’s hurt feelings or share any words of comfort. Was that selfish of her? No. She had other stuff going on, and Louise was mentally exhausted. Literally. She’d had enough of thinking, of processing. All she wanted was to get into a nice, warm bath and soak the day away. She could already smell the vanilla and rose bath salts she’d recently bought from the Dockside market. Louis Armstrong serenading her in the background sounded just like what the doctor ordered.
“She’s different,” Kate said.
Louise didn’t want to ask who was different, but she did. “Who’s differe
