"Maybe. But she has stronger connections to the Council, and in the end, that might matter more than competence."
Kate finally stood, smoothing down her suit jacket.
"Come on. I'll drop you off at home on my way."
The drive back to Silverwood Heights took thirty minutes in midday traffic. Kate pulled into their driveway and turned off the engine, but neither of them moved to get out immediately.
"Two months," Kate said quietly.
"Maybe less. Probably less."
"But maybe not."
Kate turned to look at her.
"Martha, I support your work. I always have. But sometimes I wish you wanted to stay home as much as you want to go dig in the dirt on the edge of nowhere."
Martha felt a pang of guilt.
