Chapter 8
When she plugs Keri’s address into her GPS, it turns out to be not too far, only a short, five-minute drive from Dayla’s apartment. She pulls up in front of a cozy, two-story country cottage with pale Wedgewood blue siding and maroon shingles on the trussed roof. There’s a small porch with a swing on it, and to the right of that, a large bay window overlooks a proliferation of azalea bushes. This late in the season, the leaves are still full but there are no flowers left.
The first word that pops into Dayla’s mind is cute. It’s muchsmaller than the mansion in Windsor Farms, just like Keri said. Cozier, too. Dayla had wondered if the cubic meters comment was only said to make her feel better, but the woman who lives here is someone Dayla can relate to. While her apartment might easily fit into Keri’s first floor, Keri’s whole houseis definitely smaller than the pool she’s putting in.