My Cheating Mate
"Hello, sweet girl."
"Biscuit lost a whisker," Lily reported, as if this were the most pressing news of the visit.
"That's terrible. We'll have to fix that." Carol's voice wavered slightly, but she held it together, her eyes finding Maryann over Lily's shoulder.
"I started seeing someone," Carol said, directing this at Maryann now, quiet and without the old edge. "A grief counselor. Richard told you, I think. I wanted to come tell you myself instead of having it relayed through everyone else, the way everything else has been."