“I’ll be flying to South Carolina this afternoon,” Karen announced at the breakfast table with Jay and Roxanne. “Today?” Roxanne asked, slightly surprised. She had been in New Hampshire just over a week. After a couple nights in her aunt’s home, she’d moved into the guest room on Jay’s floor. She’d pleaded Rachel’s incessant chatter as the reason for moving. She said she needed to collect her thoughts. Karen was nice enough nice enough when one saw her, Roxanne had decided. She was always holed up in her studio painting or drawing. Of course Roxanne had been a little annoyed that she wouldn’t be able to dance where she was used to, but there was nothing she could have done. Karen was a paying tenant, apparently. But she hadn’t mentioned anything when Roxanne had had Rachel and Jay pose w
