CHAPTER 5 - KIMBERLY
“DO YOU WANT to go out for dinner tonight?” Annie asked on Friday.
“Not really.”
“Too soon?”
“Too soon.”
I didn’t want to cook either. Or go home. Even with new locks and an alarm system, I still felt nervous in my own house. Last night, I’d lain awake until five a.m. watching infomercials for make-up and exercise programs and blenders. I may have bought a waffle maker I’d probably never use. At the end of it all, I’d managed two hours of sleep, and I was strongly considering taking my laptop and working at Starbucks.
But first, I had my meeting with Maria to get through.
She arrived at ten past eleven, late as usual, but she’d brought a bag from the Red Door Deli down the street, so I’d have forgiven her for anything.
“Is that a strawberry cheesecake muffin?”
