TWENTY-SIX
Someone rang the doorbell to Rachel’s unit. It took some time for her to reach the door. She had been taking a shower and had to grab her bathrobe to be presentable.
“LuAnn! Come in.” She stepped back from the door to allow her to enter.
“I didn’t want to bother you, but I didn’t want to wait till the morning, either,” LuAnn said, pulling at her sideways ponytail lying over her shoulder.
“It’s okay. Come sit in the living room.”
They walked over to the couch and sat beside each other. LuAnn looked at her with a peculiar expression. “What’s up?” Rachel asked.
“The band wants to go on the road.”
“That’s a bad thing?”
“Well, we’d make more money. That part isn’t bad.”
“So, where’s the problem?”
“We have to travel. A lot. Too much.” LuAnn shot her a pouty expression.
“Oh,
