“Mitch,” Carol said and for a split second forgot why she wasn’t flying to Mitch’s side.
“Fighting again? But you just made up.”
“Fighting for good.” Angel looked set to speak, but Carol cut her off. “Can you … will you be a friend to her? It’s not about me, but she’s going to be hurting for a while.”
“What the hell happened between you two?”
Carol got up and put her coat on. “Nothing. Everything.” She felt tears rear up. “I can’t,” she said. “I just can’t. I have to run.” Thankfully, she was telling the truth. She had to hurry the four blocks to the craft store after all that gazing into her coffee she’d done.
The interview was a welcome, nerve-racking distraction. Carol answered questions like she knew what she was talking about, which maybe she did. She had two other interviews the
