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t "It's not your shower; he's not a moron; and he's lived here longer
than you have," Heather protested.

"A huge mistake," Julia said, looking accusingly at her mother. v
"Says who?"

"Says Dad."

Cindy's lips formed the automatic smile that accompanied each mention
of her ex-husband.

"Let's not get into that right now."

"Fiona thinks so too," Julia persisted.

"She says she can't understand whatever possessed you to let him move
in here."

"Did you tell that pea-brained twit to mind her own goddamned
business?" The angry words flew from Cindy's mouth. She couldn't have
stopped them if she'd tried.

"Mom!" Heather's dark blue eyes widened in alarm.

"Mother, really," Julia said, green eyes rolling back toward the
ceiling.

It was the "really" that did Cindy in. The word hit her like an arrow
to the heart and she had to lean against the nearest wall for support.
As if eager to add his opinion, Elvis lifted his leg into the air and
peed against the bathroom door.

"Oh no!" Cindy glared at her older daughter.

"Don't look at me. You're the one who swore and got him all upset."

"Just clean it up."

"I don't have time to clean it up. My audition's at eleven o'clock."

"It's eight-thirty!"

"You have an audition?" Heather asked her sister.

"What for?"

"Michael Kinsolving's in town for the film festival, and he's decided
to audition local talent for his new movie. Dad set it up."

"Cool," Heather said as Cindy's lips curled again into a frozen