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Kendall said.
    â€œHey, yourself.”
    â€œYou’re leaving tomorrow—you weren’t even going to call?” Kendall asked.
    Guilt washed over her. She had known Kendall for years, having first met her at Tea and Tarot, the shop Kendall had owned until recently, when she’d sold out to an employee, so she could give her full attention to her marriage and the theater she had dreamed of founding since college.
    â€œNo, of course not,” Rowenna said. It wasn’t a lie. She would have remembered to call. Wouldn’t she?
    â€œWhy don’t you come out for dinner?” Kendall asked her. “We won’t keep you late.”
    Rowenna looked around the room. She thought about lying, about telling Kendall that she was a mess, that she had a million little things to do to get ready to leave, after having lived in a hotel room for two weeks.
    But she wasn’t going to. Kendall had been her friend forever. Yes, she was married to Jeremy’s brother, but that wasn’t worth ruining a friendship.
    â€œI just had a late lunch,” Rowenna said.
    â€œI won’t make you eat a lot,” Kendall told her.
    Rowenna laughed. “Sure, I’ll drive on out. Thanks. It will be good to say goodbye one last time.”
    â€œHey, don’t say that,” Kendall protested.
    â€œSorry, I didn’t mean it that way. I mean, before going home.”
    â€œGreat.”
    â€œHey, you know, you guys could come up my way for Thanksgiving,” Rowenna told her.
    â€œIt’s hard to leave here right now. I’ve got the little kids doing a First Thanksgiving play on the Wednesday right before. But Aidan and I will come up soon. I promise. Come on over now, why don’t you? Or as soon as you’re packed and ready. Is your flight early?”
    â€œNo, it doesn’t leave until noon.”
    â€œGreat,” Kendall said. “Get your butt on over here, then. Or, even better, Jeremy’s heading out to talk to Aidan about something, so he can pick you up. I’ll have him call you to tell you what time. See you soon.”
    â€œNo! No, no, I’d rather have my own car. In fact, maybe I should just stay here and get some things taken care of. Kendall?”
    Rowenna realized she’d been talking to the ether. Kendall had hung up.
    Great. Just great.
    What to do now? Behave normally, that would help.
    The phone rang again. She hoped against hope it was Kendall calling back, but of course it wasn’t.
    It was Jeremy.
    â€œI hear I’m picking you up. Would an hour be all right?”
    â€œIt would be fine, but I’m not sure I should go.”
    â€œYou have to go. You picked up the lunch check. I owe you a meal, but since my sister-in-law is taking care of that, I’ll have to settle for playing chauffeur. By the way, I’m sorry my call took so long you decided to ditch me.”
    She winced. She would have loved for him to speak to her so pleasantly a few weeks ago.
    â€œSo…an hour?” he asked.
    â€œSure, fine, thanks.”
    When she hung up, Rowenna hesitated, then put through a call to Joe Brentwood.
    â€œHey,” he said, picking up his cell phone. “You still coming home tomorrow? I’d like your take on something that happened here.”
    â€œJoe, you’re supposed to say you’ve missed me and you’re delighted I’m coming home soon.”
    â€œI miss you and I’m delighted you’re coming home soon. And have I got an interesting case for you.”
    â€œIt’s about a man named Brad Johnstone and his missing wife, Mary, right?” she said with a sense of fatality.
    â€œDamn. You are psychic.”
    She wasn’t psychic. She couldn’t meet people and hear the spirits of their loved ones talking to her, passing on messages. But there were times when she opened her mind, let herself think and feel and add in some good common sense, and could figure things out. Maybe