"We all have those sorts of days," Cathal admitted, willing to keep things as easy or as heavy as Marcie might like. He was worried though, about what had brought her all the way out here, and why her makeup was so smudged. Looked to Cathal like the messy makeup of too much crying.
"When I want to get out of town and away from everyone, I usually drive up to Honey Creek Wildlife Park. Walk around the oaks, skim stones, look for pheasants." He flicked his eyes towards her for just a moment and asked, "where did you go?"