MALCOLM
I stared at the recent photo of Caroline leaving the hospital like she went in for a fashion show. She covered up nicely-- the turtle neck said it all. Smirking, I knocked on the window and my car door was pulled open.
I should send her flowers for speedy recovery but knowing her, she'd send it right back with a little note of her own. At least I'll get a handwritten note-- if she's being nice. It would piss her off but I enjoyed the little human reactions I got instead of nothing.
How could I interpret and get through to nothing?
"Is Louise home?" I asked Caleb once he opened the door.
"Yes, sir. She arrived a few minutes ago," he reported.
"Her whereabouts?"
"Breakfast with her friends and some shopping."
"Keep a closer eye on her and those friends. Her father's been real
