New Orleans’s Garden District was an area the girls had ignored when they were teenagers, but it was quickly becoming one of Rebecca’s favorite places. They followed the route of the St. Charles Streetcar line on foot, marveling. Each mansion, stately and beautiful, advertised its unique identity through color, ornamentation, and landscaping. But it still wasn’t enough to get Rebecca’s mind off of what had just happened. Grant threw a fit and took off. All because she lied by three little years. Maybe Cathy was right. She’d come here fully prepared to do the right thing, and the man couldn’t even handle the first part of the conversation. Wasn’t it time she let go of the guilt? The past was the past. Who was judging her anyway? The big guy in the sky? She didn’t even know if she believed in him. She suspected some kind of energy was formed after a human being died, but she wasn’t quite sure what. And she didn’t believe she was going to be punished. How could anyone on this planet be punished for anything?
