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outlive us all."
    "Good for her," Nina said. "Maybe I should take her some tea or something. Does she get lonely?"
    "Norma? She plays bridge on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, teaches piano on Mondays and Wednesdays and holds a readers' group on Friday nights. I know because she's invited me to all of them."
    Nina smiled, delighted with Norma, and Alex smiled back, delighted with Nina. "Did you go?"
    she asked.
    "She trashed me at bridge and told me I was tone-deaf at the piano," Alex said. "I haven't faced the readers' group yet. I don't read much."
    "Maybe I'll go up some evening," Nina said, and Alex shook his head, hating to mess up such a nice plan but knowing Norma wouldn't appreciate it.
    "Don't do it. Rich comes to call in the evenings. Every evening."
    "Rich?"
    "Her younger man." Alex watched Nina's face flush again and thought how pretty she looked flushed.
    "He's sixty-two. Norma says most guys can't keep up with her, but Rich has no problem. Of course, Rich also runs the marathon every year and finishes in the top fifty, so he's no slouch, either. They're both great, but I wouldn't drop by there uninvited at night for anything. They like their privacy."
    "I'll just have to open my door when she's going by sometime, then," Nina said. "She's not shy, right?"
    "Right."
    "What about dogs?" Nina looked anxious again. "Will she be upset about Fred?"
    "Only if he pees on her exercise bike," Alex said. "Norma's pretty easygoing."
    Nina looked down at the pile of bones and skin that Fred melted into every time he collapsed somewhere. "Don't pee on Norm a's bike, Fred."
    Fred snored.
    "I think he's got it," Alex said. "Sharp dog."
    "And don't go in Alex's window, either," Nina went on, and Alex said, "Well, let's not get carried away here. I can always use the company."
    Nina smiled at him again, warm and serene and welcoming, and he blinked, wondering why he was having such a hard time remembering his place in the conversation. There was no reason for her to be confusing him like this. He was hardly over his relationship with... with...
    Oh, hell.
    Nina said, "Are you all right?" and he thought, Get out of here, Alex, she's fogging your mind. Who the hell had he been dating? She'd been blond, he remembered that. Time to get out. He stood up and said, "I'm great, but I'd better go now. Thanks for the Coke."
    She followed him to the door, thanking him again for returning Fred, while he tried to remember the name of the woman he'd been seeing for six weeks. Why couldn't he remember? It had to be age. He was going to be thirty tomorrow, and already the mind was going. What's-her-name had had a narrow escape; their kids would have done lousy on the SATs, and she was the type who would have cared.
    What the hell was her name?
    "Debbie," he said, and the woman in front of him said, "No, Nina."
    He blinked down into her dark, dark eyes, which was how he'd gotten in this mess in the first place.
    "I know you're Nina, I was just trying to remember the name of my.. .uh, dog."
    "You have a dog?" Nina beamed. "That's why Fred came through your window. Looking for a friend."
    "No. Debbie was my...never mind." Alex shook his head. "Anyway, Fred had the right idea. I could use a friend, myself."
    She held out her hand. "Well, you've got two upstairs now. We really appreciate you coming to the rescue."
    He took her hand, trying to ignore how soft and warm it was while he appreciated her, too. Knock it off, he told himself and dropped her hand. "Got to go. See you, Fred," he called back over his shoulder and then he escaped into the hall and down the stairs.
    On the way down, he met Rich, looking disgustingly healthy in jeans and a gray-striped shirt that matched the gray in his hair, on his way up to Norma's with a pizza.
    "Hello, Alex." Rich punched him in the arm. "Not making time with my woman, are you?"
    "Rich, you know Norma wouldn't look twice at me. I couldn't keep up her pace." Alex nursed his bicep where Rich had pounded him. Rich