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I stuffed my dried undies back into their bag and dropped it in the closet. With a sigh, I went back to the door to see if Catherine's visitors were still there. From the top of the stairs, I could see the living room teeming with women who were clearly in no hurry to leave. Resigned, I grabbed my car keys and bag, heading downstairs. As I became visible to the living room, all eyes turned to me. Catherine had a scowl on her face, and the other women just stared blankly.

There was no greeting. Why? Because they were friends with the previous Luna. One plus one equals two.

I turned to Catherine, whose scowl vanished the moment the women looked at her. “I'm going out, don't wait up.”

“You can stay for a late lunch,” she said, getting up and ushering the women to the dining room. “I made mac and cheese, your favorite.”

“They're not my favorite, and I'm late to wherever I'm going.” I honestly didn't know where I was going. I had tried to sleep, but the women's loud laughter had made it im