Freya Plays Cupid
At first I was worried, when I heard the turmoil from Freya this afternoon, that something had happened to her. I went to her right away, and it was a relief to find her safe and sound at home—and then I saw what she had seen: Kara sitting on Freya’s front steps with a scowl like a thundercloud. “Hey,” Freya said, closing her car door. “Hey,” Kara answered. Somehow she made it sound like a challenge. Freya went up the…