Morgan had just shrugged in reply. They both knew Sarah’s ways and whims by now. Tomorrow they might trade places, and Button wouldn’t sulk for long. It wasn’t her nature.
Anyway, Morgan simply felt too good to let anything bother her. Bronzed and fit now, liberated from the burden of concerns for her Brother’s health and her own economic security, buoyed by new friendship and the stirring of her long dormant heart, Morgan felt hopeful and whole that morning as she douched and showered.
She blow dried her mane and combed it out before heading up to the house. It had been weeks since her mane had first been cut, and it was growing out a bit shaggy now. Looking in the mirror, she realized that she hadn’t worn make up since she arrived. It was just one more thing she no longer even thought
