Chapter 9 ~ December 20 Wedding Bells & WillsBetween the gray, plodding afternoons and white-out blizzards of prairie winters, there were days like this, when brilliant shards of sunlight set the snow aglitter and tricked the eye into thinking it must be warm outside. It wasn’t.
It was only a ten-minute cab ride home but it felt like forever. Freda was still dressed in last night’s gown and heels; she had a headache, was feeling a bit woozy, and all she wanted was a hot shower and another cup of coffee. Despite the blasting car heater, she shivered. Pulling her knee-length fur closer, Freda silently rehearsed what she would say to Kenna. Not that Freda owed anyone an explanation, but if she didn’t tell the whole story—the proposal, the fainting spell, Arthur’s concern—Kenna would make it
