Chapter 39
The news repeated the same stories over and over. The war in the Middle East, the street gangs in Chicago, guards killed at the Mexico-United States border.
Annie paced in the living room.
Lady tried to keep up with her, gave up, jumped up on the sofa and made a nest of a blanket. Soon, she was snoring.
Julia put on Mozart’s Eine Kleine Nacht Musique softly then poured a glass of wine, but it wasn’t working. Annie gulped the wine like it was water.
Eine Kleine Nacht Musique “That won’t help. You’ll just get drunk.”
“Promise?” Annie said, only half listening to what Julia said and to what she’d replied.
Julia didn’t laugh back, and she wasn’t smiling. Her eyes had a sadness in them, and although this was a time for fear—Annie sensed this would be quite a different topic.
