"The weather isn't lousy," Maggie countered, turning to look at the sunlight shining through the front windows and making the grass of the square look a bright, vibrant green. She knew, though, that it was just prolonging the inevitable. "It wasn't the best week for me, and since I can't be morose to the residents, I let the weather do it for me. But I'm better now, back to my old self and nothing to worry about, okay?"