Their continued, bedraggled presence was like a reproach to Drew and Guy’s memory. She continued up the path to the house while Dusty sat tensely on his haunches in front of the door and stared at the creature coming toward him.‘Hey, Dusty,’ said Morgan. ‘Remember me? I’m the one with the cat food.’ Dusty’s gaze was impassive. Morgan was on her guard. She really did not want to be clawed again. She had already had enough of this day. After she left Sandy’s house, she had visited the funeral home and checked on the arrangements, and then stopped for a few groceries and bought herself dinner at a little Italian place in the same strip mall as the grocery store. While she waited for her order of pasta, she had called Claire again at the prison. This time she was able to get through.Although her voice had sounded weak and fatigued, Claire had been grateful to hear that she would be allowed to attend the services. ‘I have to warn you. I’m afraid that Guy’s father may be setting you up,’ Morgan had told her.
