"Feels like I'm surrounded by 'old friends'," Lucinda muttered under her breath.
Frances wasn't really sure what to do with that. She and Lucinda hadn't been close friends for long in the grand scheme of things––just over five years, when Lucinda moved to LA to get out of the Michigan winters.
"Luce...are you ok?"
A snort of laughter...forced laughter.
"Of course I am! Don't be a goose. I'm just tired, is all. Vincent and I feel outnumbered sometimes, you and your pack of high school chums."
Goose? Chums? What exactly had gotten into Lucinda's vocabulary.
"I hardly think Kennedy counts as anything other than a pain in my a…"
A loud bang from downstairs cut her off mid-sentence. Looking at each other in alarm, the two women lurched into action and jogged downstairs.
