I was doing my darnedest to write a scene all day. I had it outlined; I knew what I wanted to do with it. But the dang thing was doing a “digging to China with a rusty spork” routine on me.

So I gave up and let it go where it wanted to go.

And dang if what came out wasn’t the beginning of a sequel to both Laura’s and Marianne’s stories.

Hot diggety.