Kate awoke from her nap. Outside her window, night had fallen. She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes. The autumn moon shown through her window. She’d been asleep for hours.
Someone knocked softly at her door. “Kate?” It was Marcy. Kate groped for the lamp on the bedside table and flicked it on. “Yes?”
“May I open the door?”
“Yes.”
Marcy cracked open the door and poked her head in. She smiled, and Kate liked her gentle expression. “Did you have a nice rest?”
Kate nodded.
“Supper’s almost ready. I came up to tell you. I thought you might want to shower first.” She stepped into the room with a pile of mint-green towels, which she set on the bureau.
“Thank you.”
“Well, I hope you like lasagna. That’s what’s for supper.”
The very mention of the word made Kate’s mouth water. She’d eaten a
