Chapter 3The next morning, I walked downstairs to breakfast and found Rachel sitting at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal and reading the newspaper.
“Kate go home already?” I asked.
Rachel looked up and bobbed her head, as she chewed.
I opened the refrigerator and pulled out the milk.
“What time she leave?”
Still reading the paper, Rachel shrugged.
“Maybe half hour ago,” she replied.
I walked over to the table with a bowl in one hand and glass of ice tea in the other.
While Rachel continued reading, I tried to think of a way to bring up the subject of Gayle. I reached over for part of the newspaper under her elbow, and she lifted it, still keeping her gaze fixed on the paper.
“Hey, I wanted to ask you something.”
Rachel took another bite of cereal and looked over at me.
