Chapter 60 ~ January 6 True ConfessionsThey were settled in Freda’s living room, probably for the last time. Rita was snuggled into Freda’s favorite chair by the fire, and Camelia and Dave were seated at either end of the sapphire blue sofa. Camelia was treading carefully, stalling, putting off the inevitable. But now they’d rehashed the memorial service, shared anecdotes about this old friend and that long lost relative, and marveled at Freda’s ongoing involvement in the community. The conversation was winding down.
“More wine?” Dave asked.
Camelia smiled. “A tiny splash.”
“So, you guys are leaving tomorrow?” Rita said.
“Yeah, in the wee hours of the morning.” Camelia’s belly was knitting a ball of dread. But her suspicions were like a thorn, working their way to the surface, tender t
