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head, dabbing her eyes. "But now that they know her, it's bound to be soon. How am I going to handle it? What am I supposed to do?"
    Amara took a deep breath. She was way out of her territory, having been sheltered in Kittle Falls where almost no one divorced. It had been quite the scandal when Kyle left Janelle.
    She took Janelle's hand. "We'll get it through it together, okay? If you're worried about going to the games and seeing them, or even just him, I'll be right there. If I have to rearrange my schedule with Alex at the shop, I will. He'll understand."
    Janelle shook more, and then leaned against Amara.
    "You'll get through this. The Janelle I know is the strongest person I've ever met."
    "I don't want to be strong. I just want everything back the way it was."
    Amara's heart broke for her friend. She looked around the room trying to think of something brilliant to say, but she had a feeling that just being there was the best she could really do. There was nothing anyone could say to make the situation better. She noticed pictures of them as a happy family and couple still sitting out where they always had.
    Then she had an idea. "You know what you need?"
    Janelle sat up, shaking her head. "What?"
    "New memories. Fun times with your kids to replace the old photos sitting around here. If you spend all your time looking at those, it's no wonder you're miserable. It's time to look ahead to the good times waiting to be had."
    "There aren't any. Not without Kyle." Janelle frowned.
    "I think this calls for an intervention."
    Janelle's eyes widened. "I'm not sure I like where this is going. Amara?"
    "Yeah, it's exactly what you need—for your own good. Everything is the same in here. It's no wonder you feel like there's a giant hole in your life. It's time to turn this into Janelle's place."
    Amara got up and gathered all the pictures with Kyle and put them in a pile, face down.
    Worry covered Janelle's face.
    "Now it's time to rearrange this living room. You always complained about the setup because of how Kyle insisted everything look. Time for your living room to stop feeling like a man cave, and open it up into a warm, welcoming place—just like you. The first thing we need to do is move this couch. Are you going to help, or do I have to move it with you sitting there?"
    Janelle moaned. "I thought you were going to join my pity party."
    "Nope. This is a rearranging party now." Amara grabbed one end of the couch and pulled until it reached the wall. She had to move a shelf out the way. "This thing is ugly anyway. I know you'll be glad to get it out of here."
    Amara went back to the other end of the couch and pushed, but it resisted since Janelle still sat there.
    "This would go a lot faster with some help."
    Janelle got up, and then the two of them rearranged the entire living room, avoiding Janelle's cat who kept getting underfoot. Amara was surprised at how little Janelle fought her.
    "You have to admit, this is a good start," Amara said, breathing heavily. "It looks like a whole new room—an improved one. Do you want anything from the ugly shelf?"
    Janelle glanced at it and shrugged.
    "Don't you think the TV would look better out of the corner and on the wall? You would have so much more room, too. Want to help me move it?"
    "You know how to mount it on the wall?" Janelle asked.
    "You'd better believe it," Amara said. "Living on my own, I've learned to do pretty much everything for myself."
    It took some prompting, but Janelle helped Amara rearrange everything else in the room after the TV was set up on the wall. Before long, Janelle had taken over and was telling Amara where to put things.
    After they were done, they'd collected a large pile in the middle of the room.
    "I'll take this stuff out to the garage," Amara said. "You can decide later what to do with it. Sell it, donate it, whatever you feel like."
    Janelle looked around. "I could sure use the money to get it painted."
    "Garage sale?" Amara asked.
    "Not this