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to school. I could drop you off in the morning.”

    “Okay.” Now what, Grace asked herself as she sipped her wine. “Oh, I met the guy next door this morning.”
    “I’m sure you did.” Her voice was taut as she slid the meat under the flame. She was surprised Grace hadn’t made friends with everyone in the entire neighborhood by now.
    Grace sipped her wine and worked on her temper. It was usually she who lost it first, she remembered. This time she wouldn’t. “He’s very nice. Turns out to be a cop. We’re having dinner tomorrow.”
    “Isn’t that lovely.” Kathleen slammed a pot on the stove and added water. “You work fast, Gracie, as usual.”
    Grace took another slow sip, then set her glass carefully on the counter. “I think I’ll go for a walk.”
    “I’m sorry.” With her eyes closed, Kathleen leaned against the stove. “I didn’t mean that, I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
    “All right.” She wasn’t always quick to forgive, but she only had one sister. “Why don’t you sit down? You’re tired.”
    “No, I’m on call tonight. I want to get this done before the phone starts ringing.”
    “I’ll do it. You can supervise.” She took her sister’s arm and nudged her into a chair. “What goes in the pan?”
    “There’s a package in the bag.” Kathleen dug in her purse, pulled out a bottle, and shook out two pills.
    Grace dipped in the grocery bag and took out an envelope. “Noodles in garlic sauce. Handy.” She ripped it open and dumped it in without reading the directions. “I’d just as soon you didn’t jump down my throat again, but do you want to talk about it?”
    “No, it was just a long day.” She dry-swallowed the pills. “I’ve got papers to grade.”
    “Well, I won’t be able to do you any good there. I could take the phone calls for you.”
    Kathleen managed a smile. “No, thanks.”
    Grace took out the salad bowl and set it on the table. “Maybe I could just take notes.”

    “No. If you don’t stir those noodles, they’ll stick.”
    “Oh.” Willing to oblige, Grace turned to them. In the silence, she heard the meat begin to sizzle. “Easter’s next week. Don’t you get a few days off?”
    “Five, counting the weekend.”
    “Why don’t we take a quick trip, join the madness in Fort Lauderdale, get some sun?”
    “I can’t afford it.”
    “My treat, Kath. Come on, it’d be fun. Remember the spring of our senior year when we begged and pleaded with Mom and Dad to let us go?”
    “You begged and pleaded,” Kathleen reminded her.
    “Whatever, we went. For three days we partied, got sunburned, and met dozens of guys. Remember that one, Joe or Jack, who tried to climb in the window of our motel room?”
    “After you told him I was hot for his body.”
    “Well, you were. Poor guy nearly killed himself.” With a laugh, she stabbed a noodle and wondered if it was done. “God, we were so young, and so stupid. What the hell, Kath, we’ve still got it together enough to have a few college guys leer at us.”
    “Drinking sprees and college boys don’t interest me. Besides, I’ve arranged to be on call all weekend. Switch the noodles down to warm, Grace, and turn the meat over.”
    She obeyed and said nothing as she heard Kathleen setting the table. It wasn’t the drinking or the men, Grace thought. She’d just wanted to recapture something of the sisterhood they’d shared. “You’re working too hard.”
    “I’m not in your position, Grace. I can’t afford to lie on the couch and read magazines all afternoon.”

    Grace picked up her wine again. And bit her tongue. There were days she sat in front of a screen for twelve hours, nights she worked until three. On a book tour she was on all day and half the night until she had only enough energy to crawl into bed and fall into a stuporous sleep. She might consider herself lucky, she might still be astonished at the amount of money that rolled in from royalty checks, but she earned it. It