“Good, good,” Myla said. “Theresa’s daughter Luisa is joining us tonight.”
“That means we should all keep our mouths shut about where we’re staying,” Cathy said. “Right?”
“Yes,” Myla said. “That would be best. Now I’m going to make the noodles in the house. Theresa is at my place. I’ll meet you there.”
Myla left the group and went up the steps to the long porch in front of the Crow house. This was a good spot to watch the sun come up over the mountains in the morning. She had done so once or twice, wrapped in a blanket and curled up in one of the chairs. It had been a while since she had watched a sunrise.6 When she first moved here, she had felt so tired and battle-scarred that she had needed the comfort of watching the sun come up and go down every day. She needed to feel the rhythms
