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lip trembling.
     
    “I’m your friend, Daphne. Your friend who loves you, and cherishes you, even before you saved my life. A friend who can’t stand by and witness your pain when she can offer some comfort, even though she can’t offer a cure.”
     
    Daphne searched her eyes, but Cyn was unsure if she was searching Cyn or herself. Maybe it was both. She seemed to come to a conclusion, though, and she nodded. “Thank you, thank you so much. I don’t think any of the other sisters would go this far for me. Was scissors too far for you?”
     
    “A little, yes. It overwhelmed me, that’s for sure. I wasn’t prepared for how conflicted I would feel. I can go this far with you, and for you, but I can’t ride this road any farther. I can’t, no matter how much I believe you deserve it from me. I just can’t.”
     
    Daphne kissed her again. “It’s enough. I’ll go to counseling. I’ll seek someone to be a lover for me. I won’t abuse your friendship. I still need you now, though. Is that alright?”
     
    “Yes Daphne, yes it is,” Cyn told her, and brought her into a lovers’ kiss. “I’ll also be with you for at least two more months. Hank and I talked it over last night, and he agrees that it is too early to leave you hanging in the wind.”
     
    Half an hour later, they were still in bed engaging in pillow talk when Cyn’s phone rang.
     
    “Yes? Hank?”
     
    “When you two get things squared away, or whatever, could you bring Daphne down here, please? I have something she might want.”
     
    Did he know? Could he tell? She wouldn’t doubt it at all. “Sure,” she told him. “How about after lunch, say, one o’clock?”
     
    “No rush, enjoy the morning. Is she alright?”
     
    “She wasn’t. She slept alone last night for the first time in years, but she’s better now.”
     
    “Good. See you at one, then,” Hank said, and he broke the connection.
     
    “Hank wants to see me?” Daphne asked as Cyn crawled back into bed with her, bringing her phone with her so she wouldn’t have to get up next time.
     
    “He says he has something you might want,” Cyn agreed.
     
    “What?”
     
    “Don’t know. I think he wants it to be a surprise.”
     
    “So, why at one? That’s like three hours from now.”
     
    “Because I’m not done with you yet,” Cyn told her, and she pushed her back on the bed.
     
    “God Cyn, I really do love you,” Daphne told her.
     
    “Me too, baby, me too.”
     

 
    CHAPTER SIX
     
    When they pulled up to the house, Hank came down the steps to meet them. He looked the two of them over and grinned slightly, but he said nothing about his observations.
     
    God, he knows. Fuck.
     
    “Daphne, how would you like to buy a truck?” Hank asked her.
     
    “Truck?” Her eyes darted over to the purple metallic hot rod.
     
    “Yes, that truck,” Hank said. “You need a car still, don’t you?”
     
    “They haven’t given mine back yet, no,” Daphne agreed.
     
    “Well, that one is for sale, and it has three years of paid insurance on it. Full coverage, no less,” Hank told her. “It’s only a ’67 Chevy, but it runs pretty good.”
     
    “Yeah, right!” Daphne told him with a laugh. “I like it. I mean, I really like it, but I can’t afford that, Hank. I didn’t get much from selling out my half of the garage. The brothers gave me a good amount, too, but when I think about what I have next to what it costs to live, it really isn’t that much. I’m going to ask Knight if I can waitress again.”
     
    “I’m sure he’ll arrange that,” Hank told her, “But a ’67 Chevy really isn’t worth all that much. I’d be happy if you took it for, say, $100.”
     
    “That’s not enough!”
     
    “No. I checked its Blue Book value, and if it was in mint condition, then it would have some collector value — quite a lot, actually. But this truck is not in mint condition. The axles are different, the gas tank’s been replaced; hell, even the