After that — well, I’d like to say that I’d forgotten large parts of it, but no, Marie came in only a few minutes later. Apparently she’d driven out after us and parked some distance away, waiting to see what would happen. When she spotted me helping an obviously distraught Connor into the borrowed Porsche, she took that as the signal to come in and start the mopping-up operations.
True, she was very efficient, and thank the Goddess for that. She told me to take Connor home, and that they’d manage everything. Numb, I did as I was told, some irrational part of me worrying that I was going to crash Lucas’s car on the way back into town, and wouldn’t that just be the cherry on the cake of everyone’s day.
Crazy what your mind dwells on when it doesn’t want to focus on the really important t
