She stopped outside Claire’s room with her fist raised to knock on the door. She paused. She planned to ask Claire if she wanted some chamomile tea. Claire had always loved having chamomile tea – it had a calming effect on her nerves. Ollie didn’t much care for it herself, but she thought she would make Claire some tea and learn to like it. That would show Claire that she was willing to change, that she wanted to meet her halfway. Before Ollie could knock, she heard Claire’s voice from inside the bedroom. She hadn’t intended to eavesdrop, but, hey, could she help it if she happened to be standing there and Claire’s voice just happened to carry through the door and Ollie just happened to overhear her conversation? “Scarlet, stop screaming,” Claire said. “It’s not helping the situation. The counseling is not going to change anything. Ollie is still Ollie. Certainly a counselor will see that.” There was silence. Claire continued, “I know I never should have married her.
