Chapter 18“Why?”
They’d had their breakfast, which was excellent, the scrambled eggs soft and silky with just a hint of goat cheese. When had Kay grown into such a surprisingly good cook?
They’d discussed the weather and what they should do with the day. Beach? Shopping at Water Tower Place? Maybe a day exploring Millennium Park and the Art Museum? A bike ride along the Green Bay Trail?
They’d talked about how long Kay would stay, since she’d done something she’d never done before and left her return open. But, as Cara reminded her, she had a family waiting for her back home. “I don’t want to keep you too long,” she’d told Kay. “Much as I like having you here.”
And she did like it. Kay’s presence reminded her how lonesome she’d been lately, rattling around the large condo with no one t
