It was Saturday morning, Ivy’s wedding day. Abby roused herself out of bed and headed to the kitchen to make coffee. While it was brewing, she stepped into the second bedroom. With the exception of a suitcase and carry-on bag, the room was empty. Abby picked up the two articles and carried them into her bedroom. Rose was moving in this afternoon. She had high hopes this arrangement would work out—for both their sakes.
Abby shoved the suitcase into the bottom of her closet and slid the carry-on up to the shelf. Pulling out a pink dress, she hung it on the closet door, then went to retrieve a cup of coffee. Seely, a little late in her morning routine, came whining into the kitchen.
“I know, you’re hungry. Chow’s coming right up.”
Abby placed fresh water and kitty nuggets on the floor, whi
