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off because Miss Lily came out right before
we could kiss. He tried to kiss me again, but got another thwack
from her. I must admit, I was really hoping for that kiss," Kenna
told her avid listeners.
    "I am really surprised that Will moved
so fast. He's usually so slow and he never has a girl around during
the sales or Derby because of Whitney," Paige said eliciting nods
from both Miss Violet and Miss Daisy.
    "Whitney?" Kenna asked, her stomach
flopped as she waited to hear what Paige was going to tell
her.
    "Yeah, Whitney Amber Bruce Ashton,"
Paige said, impersonating a very snobbish person.
    Ashton, Kenna thought, her last name
was Ashton. It was true, he did have a wife. She couldn't believe
she'd been so stupid. What a jerk to cheat on his wife. It made her
so mad just to think about it. And, it seemed the whole town knows
about his cheating. Apparently he only curbs it when his wife is in
town.
    Paige cut into Kenna's thoughts,
"Though, I usually just call her Bitch."
    "Wow, you're the second friendly
person who said that today. What's wrong with her?" Kenna asked. It
seemed on cue, but the whole table rolled their eyes as if they
didn't know where to begin.
    "This soup is too hot," Miss Violet
said in her snooty voice.
    "This soup is too cold," Miss Daisy
imitated.
    "This jewelry is so cheap," Paige
threw in.
    "Don't you have any good service in
this hole-in-the-wall town?" Miss Violet said next.
    "Oh, I got that one too!" Paige said.
"Is that enough of an example? I am sure we could continue for
hours," Paige asked her.
    "No, I see your point. She doesn't
seem like a nice person," Kenna said.
    "The worst part," Miss Daisy said, "is
that no one will stand up to her. Her daddy is a Senator and Will
is a local boy who coaches high school football for free. His farm
brings in the tourists which helps the local economy. But, mark my
words; someday she'll get what's coming to her. Karma's a bigger
bitch than she is," Miss Daisy announced.
    Paige scooted her chair back and stood
up. "As much as I would love to continue this, I need to get back
to the shop. Kenna, it was such a pleasure seeing you again. I am
sure you will ace your interview tomorrow." When Kenna looked at
her strangely, Paige said, "Yes, we all know about your interview,
too. Keeneston grapevine and all. Anyway, I am hoping you'll agree
to have dinner with me after your interview to celebrate you new
job. We could meet here at six?"
    "That would be great. Thanks Paige. I
guess I better get going too." She paid Miss Daisy and headed back
to Miss Lily's. The Keeneston grapevine, as it was called, was
something that would definitely take time getting used to. Thinking
about Will being married brought her down. It was wrong to cheat,
even though his wife was apparently the devil. And Kenna especially
disliked being kept in the dark. But, as much as that brought her
down, the fact that she had a new friend in Paige brought her up.
It would be nice to talk to someone again.
    Kenna started the short walk back to
the bed and breakfast. She couldn’t help thinking of her best
friend. Paige and Dani would get along great. The last time she had
seen Danielle, her face had been twisted in fear. She had been near
panic as she raced out of the parking garage. Her life changed
forever. All because of what Kenna had seen. The situation Dani was
in was her fault. But she had no choice. After looking over that
cubicle there was no other option.
    She thought of Danielle and wondered
where she was now. Everything had been quiet for a month now. She
decided to risk a quick email to her to see if they could make
contact. She hoped like hell that Danielle had found a place to
hide.
     

Chapter Five
     
    Kenna sat in her room studying until a
knock on her door interrupted her. Kenna had nearly worked her way
to the end of Kentucky's Criminal Law book. She marked her place in
the book and said, "Come in," as she tried to stack the books into
what resembled neatness. June opened the