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was only eight years older than Julia. Not even a tart, for God's
sake. A cookie!

"Mom?" Heather was asking.

"Hmm?"

"Is everything all right?"

"Mrs. Carver?" Duncan reappeared at Heather's side. The towel had
been replaced by a pair of fashionably faded blue jeans. He slipped a
navy T-shirt over his still-damp, utterly hairless chest.

"Is something wrong? You have a very strange look on your face."

"She's thinking about my father," Julia announced wearily.

"What? I am not."

"Then why the rigor mortis smile?"

Cindy took a deep breath and tried to relax her mouth, feeling it
wobble precariously from side to side.

"I thought you were in such a hurry to get in the shower."

"It's only eight-thirty," Julia said as Elvis began barking.

"Would someone like to go for a walk?" Duncan asked the dog, whose
response was to run around in increasingly frantic circles and bark
even louder.

"Let's go then, boy." Duncan bounded down O J s the stairs, Elvis
racing ahead of him, as the phone in Cindy's bedroom began to ring.

"If it's Sean, I'm not here," Julia told her mother.

"Why would Sean be calling on my line?"

"Because I won't speak to him on mine."

"Why won't you speak to him?"

"Because I broke up with him, and he won't take no for an answer. I'm
not here," Julia insisted as the phone continued to ring.

"What about you?" Cindy asked her younger daughter playfully.

"Are you here?"