Her uncle, the Bishop, lived in a city close by.

His home was the fixed spot which Katie called home.

In Washington--and near it--she would find friends on all sides.

Just thirty days before she would have gloated over that prospect of next season there.
But she was not prepared to bombard Washington with Ann.

The mere suggestion carried realization of how propitious things had been, how simple she had found it.
The little game they were playing seemed to cut Katie off from her life, too, and without leaving the luxury of feeling sorry for herself.