Before Catherine even really took notice of the time flying by, a year had passed, and both she and Sammy were about to have a very big day.
The months seemed to pass in a blur for Catherine. Building an empire in Willow Creek took time - more time than she had originally anticipated. Some nights, it seemed like it was all she could do to keep her head above water, and Warren's promises of help were sounding very, very hollow as she struggled to keep her power turned on.
She never seemed to be able to find the right moment to break the news to Warren. They would sit down in the peace and quiet of her home, and the phones would ring. They would go out for a night on the town, and Warren would disappear into the crowds, always the not-so-former cutpurse.
The next couple of months passed in relative quiet for the residents of Willow Creek. The burning curiosity bug didn't seem to be as red-hot as it had been earlier, because Catherine Little seemed to the outside world to be a pretty quiet neighbour - even if a little rude on the conversation side of things.
When the rain had finally stopped, the residents of Willow Creek were thrilled. Weeks of nonstop downpour and thunderstorms had put a cramp in their usual outdoor lifestyle. The small town was well known for their active and wholesome community: there was no major crime to speak of, and people were generally kind and helpful.