Blake
Before we left her house, Carla pulled me aside for a chat. Becca had gone over to Carla’s to retrieve a jacket or something she’d left there, and Carla pinned me with a stare. If I’d thought Becca could be intimidating, I decided she had nothing on grandmotherly spitfire of a woman who lives next door. “You’re gonna be good to her, yes?”
“Absolutely, yes.” I was being judged, I knew that. I just didn’t know how much Carla knew about our past. “I’ll be great to her.”
Carla nodded, still assessing my character.
“So, you and Becca have been friends a long time?” I asked.
“Six years. We both rented at first, then four years ago, she bought this place, and I became her tenant. She’s been . . . really great to me.”
“Well, it’s hard to find a good tenant. I’m sure she appreciates you
