She still had a gnawing feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach – that another shoe was going to drop at some point. She wasn't entirely certain what the first shoe had been but something else was still lurking out there.
She's been hanging out a lot with you, Carol.
And Sarah...her story is so not over yet. (Unless she really is a minor player and I'm making a volcano out of the hole my dog dug yesterday.) We'll just have to see what happens!
Great part,
JD
