So on Saturday morning, instead of getting up at her usual time, she allowed herself to sleep in, lingering in bed, not quite asleep, but somehow unwilling to dress and begin the day. “Are you sure you’re all right?” Keith asked when he came up to look for her just after seven. The look of concern on his face and the slight tremor in his voice almost made Rosemary laugh out loud, but when she had reassured him and he’d gone downstairs again, she lay awake, a strange feeling of ennui overcoming her. Slowly she’d come to realize that she wasn’t nearly as all right as she’d told Keith she was, though she still couldn’t put her finger on precisely what was wrong. Part of it was simply the fact of Cassie’s being there. She understood that and accepted it. Time would take care of that. It was simply a matter of waiting for new routines to establish themselves. What, after all, had she expected? Had she really thought that a teenaged girl could come into their lives without having anything change?
