"If I could handle all of you in Stoneybrook, I can handle you all here, too," Marilyn laughed.
"So... are you living around here? The Welcome Center set me up at an apartment near here. I'm going to move in tomorrow, not that there's much I have to move in," all Marilyn had arrived with was the clothes she was wearing. Though she could deal with that, her piano was back in Stoneybrook, the one she'd played since she was a child, and there was a chance she'd never see it again. That was something she was unhappy with.