Candy looked around the large country kitchen. It was green and white, large, square, practical, and nice. She loved the floor, worn, old hardwood, nothing fancy. It had been lived in, enjoyed. The living room they’d passed through was inviting and comfortable, with blankets over the back of the sofa, all in browns and golds, with western paintings on the wall and cream-colored curtains. There also weren’t any useless knickknacks anywhere, and she appreciated that.
“Sit down. Can I get you some coffee?” Emily said. Candy had been thrown when Emily tried to hug her. She knew Emily was being nice, and she also knew she was being so prickly that she’d made Emily feel awkward. Candy hadn’t expected to meet a casually dressed woman with dirt under her fingernails and mud on her boots. She had
