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folded his arms and looked down his nose at her. "Now tell me what he said."
    "He didn't want to marry me, okay? I don't see what the point is of analyzing it to death." She looked at him suspiciously. "I need a drink of water."
    She pushed herself up off the couch, and escaped into the kitchen, where she took her time. "Ever notice how good water tastes after you eat sweets?" she called from the kitchen.
    "You're not fooling me. You hate water. I can stay here all night, if I have to. So you might as well tell me."
    She had to smile at his persistence. He hadn't changed. He'd always forced her to look at her problems logically, instead of through the haze of her volatile emotions.
    Leaning around the door, she made a horrible face at him. "He said he didn't think I was all there, and before you make a smart remark, he did not mean he thought I was crazy." She walked back into the living room and sat on back down on the couch, grabbing the pillow and hugging it. 
    "I know what he meant."
    "You do?" She avoided his eyes. "Well, you're one up on me then. He had to explain it, because I actually did think he meant I was crazy. That might have been easier to take."
    "Why?"
    Cat tossed back the last of the water. "Hey. I'm not a convicted felon. You don't need my confession. Besides, you just said you knew what he meant."
    Michael smiled his million dollar smile. "Let's just say I want to be sure we're reading off the same page."
    Cat toyed with the glass, trying to balance it on its edge on the coffee table. She didn't want to repeat David's words. She harbored a frightening suspicion that they were true. "He said he didn't think I was 'totally committed' to the relationship." She shrugged.
    "And?"
    "And what? Is he right?" She shrugged again. "Can we talk about something else for a while?" She looked up hopefully. "Or were you just leaving?"
    "So what are you going to do now?"
    She made a face. "I won't be running home to Mother, if that's what you mean. She's getting married again, this time to a guy named Hank . I think I'd rather live on the street." 
    "You're still feuding with your mother?"
    "Why would you think that's changed at all? Hasn't Sara kept you up to date on The Many Loves of Janice?"
    He nodded. "She's kept me up to date. She also told me your grandmother died. I'm sorry Cat." 
    Grief washed over her like a shower. She smiled crookedly. "Yeah, me too. I miss her."
    "What happened to her house? She always said she'd leave it to you."
    "The university bought it. Gram didn't have a choice. She lived in an apartment the last couple of years, then in a nursing home for about six months. That pretty much took care of the money."
    "Was she unhappy?"
    "No. No, she was fine, almost up until the end. You know Gram. She was a rock."
    "So what are you doing?"
    "I have a great job." Her chest swelled with pride in spite of her desolation. "I'm a full-fledged web designer." She flung her arms wide. "I will have to lose the fancy schmancy apartment, though. I can't afford it by myself."
    "So where'd Mr. Big Shot go?"
    "David Winfield. Back with his parents, just until he can find a place, of course. It doesn't hurt that his parents live in Belle Meade."
    Michael whistled in appreciation.
    "Oh, come on. Whistling at living in Belle Meade? You're practically on his front porch. Imagine, I could have been a rich bitch country club wife." Cat stretched out again on the couch. "A bunch of this furniture is his. We bought it together. He magnanimously informed me I could keep it."
    "Are you going to?"
    "Sure. I'm not stupid, just broken-hearted." Her voice gave out on that last word. She looked at him. "You never told me why you didn't call me."
    He grimaced. "I know you don't like the answer, Cat, but it hasn't changed."
    "You know I didn't mean I never ever wanted to see you again. I just never wanted to see you again right at that moment. After all, look what you'd said to me." 
    "I was only stating the truth."
    "Oh sure. The