LAKE

“Hey. How are you feeling?”

“Fine.” She took another bite of the purple macaron Homer bought for her.

I didn’t know why she suddenly liked purple, but watching her engrossed in that thing made me want to punch someone.

I took her home after that incident, no matter how much she resisted and insisted on working. She needed to rest and let what had happened sink in.

She had changed from work clothes to a baggy shirt and shorts. Now, she was on the ...