She’d been looking forward to seeing Dermot all week. It was nice to be happy about something for a change. Life was beginning to feel more normal, due in no small way to the medication she was on. Her mood had been changing slowly, but she was aware of her progress and the small glimmer of hope it provided. She made a real effort to look pretty before she left for the evening. Ashley whistled at her when she came down the stairs. “Wow, Mom. You look great.” “Thank you.” “Doesn’t she look great, Tansy?” Tansy looked up from the television screen. “Great. Bay, will you ask Dermot if that man is still interested in my car?” “Sure. I’ll see you two later.” Out the door she went. It only took five minutes to drive over to Dermot’s house. She was nervous as she walked up the porch steps, more nervous than she cared to admit. Bay knocked on the door, waited about fifteen seconds, and knocked again. She tried to see into the kitchen through the curtains, but there was no sign of life.
