When she walked in, she found her friend staring at her computer screen with an expression of loathing on her face. “Bears get into the trash again?” Her friend gave a crow of delight, jumped out of her chair and hugged Claire. “I haven’t seen you since you came back from the dead. How are you?” “Good enough that I went shopping.” Laurel put a perfectly manicured hand to her chest. “You took my advice. Did you get a dress?” “And underwear. And shoes.” “Oh, be still my heart.” She spied the bags Claire had brought in. “Let me see.” Claire first gestured to the computer screen. “Looked like you were dealing with something nasty. Do you want me to wait?” “Oh, no. Just the wheat-belly diet.” She made a face. “Have you seen that thing?” She shook her head. “I cannot live without bread.”
