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CHAPTER 13-1-1
CHAPTER 13 AFTER A SEMESTER AND half living in Cambridge, Kennedy thought she should be used to Sandy’s hugs by now, but it still caught her off guard when her pastor’s wife flung her arms around her as if they hadn’t seen each other in years. Once she finally let go, Sandy tossed her long French braid over her shoulder, grabbed Kennedy’s hands, and pulled her into their home. “I’m so glad you made it tonight, sweetie. I’ve been worrying my head off about you since last night.” She lowered her voice. “That kind of stuff used to happen to Carl and me pretty regular,” she whispered, “back when we were courting in the South. It’s a shame to think that people haven’t gotten over their differences by now. Heaven knows we’ve had enough time to change.” Kennedy kept her eyes down and tried not
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