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FIREFLY LANE

Kristin Hannah

ST. MARTINS PRESS

New York

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously.

FIREFLY LANE. Copyright Š 2008 by Kristin Hannah. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. For information, address St. Martins Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.

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LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOGING-IN-PUBLICATION DATA

Hannah, Kristin.

Firefly Lane Kristin Hannah. 1 st ed.p>

p. cm.

ISBN-13: 978-0-312-36408-3

ISBN-10: 0-312-36408-3

1. Best friendsFiction. 2. Friendship in adolescenceFiction.

3. Female friendshipFiction. 4. Nineteen seventiesFiction. I. Title.

PS3558.A4763F57 2008

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First Edition-. February 2008

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This book is dedicated to us. The girls.

Friends who see one another through tl?e hard times, big and small,

year in and year out. You know who you are.

Thanks,

To the people who make up so many of my memories:

my father, Laurence, my brother, Kent, my sister, Laura,

my husband, Benjamin, and my son, Tucker.

Wherever we all go in Ae world,

you are in my heart,

And to my mom, who inspires so many of my novels, this one most of all.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thanks go out to:

Marianne McClary, for helping out on the TV and broadcasting stuff. Your expertise was invaluable. Thanks.

Jennifer Enderlin, Jill Marie Landis, Kim Fisk, Andrea Cirillo, and Megan Chance. Each of you helped me find the path of this story. Thanks.

The fabulous team at St. Martins Press: Thank you for this opportunity.

The best mirror is an old friend.

George Herbert

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CHAPTER ONE

They used to be called the Firefly Lane girls. That was a long time agomore than three decadesbut just now, as she lay in bed listening to a winter storm raging outside, it seemed like yesterday.

In the past week (unquestionably the worst seven days of her life), shed lost the ability to distance herself from the memories. Too often lately in her dreams it was 1974,- she was a teenager again, coming of age in the shadow of a lost war, riding her bike beside her best friend in a darkness so complete it was like being invisible. The place was relevant only as a reference point, but she remembered it in vivid detail: a meandering ribbon of asphalt bordered on either side by gullies of murky water and hillsides of shaggy grass. Before they met, that road seemed to go nowhere at all; it was just a country lane named after an insect no one had ever seen in this rugged blue and green corner of the world.

Then they saw it through each others eyes. When they stood together on the rise of the hill, instead of towering trees and muddy potholes and distant snowy mountains, they saw all the places they would someday go. At night, they sneaked out of their neighboring houses and met on that road. On the banks of the Pilchuck River they smoked

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stolen cigarettes, cried to the lyrics of Billy, Dont Be a Hero, and told each other everything, stitching their lives together until by summers end no one knew where one girl ended and the other began. They became to everyone who knew them simply TullyandKate, and for more than thirty years that friendship was the bulkhead of their lives: strong, durable, solid. The music might have changed with the decades, but the promises made on Firefly Lane remained.

Best friends forever.

Theyd believed it would last, that vow, that someday theyd be old women, sitting in their rocking chairs on a creaking deck, talking about the times of their lives, and laughing.

Now she knew better, of course. For more than a year shed been telling herself it was okay, that she could go on without a best friend. Sometimes she even believed it.

Then she would hear the music. Their music. Goodbye Yellow Brick Road. Material Girl. Bohemian Rhapsody. Purple Rain. Yesterday, while shed been shopping, a bad Muzak version of Youve Got a Friend had made her cry, right there next to the radishes.

She eased the covers back and got out of bed, being careful not to waken the man sleeping beside her. For a moment she stood there, staring down at him in the shadowy darkness. Even in sleep, he wore a troubled expression.

She took the phone off its hook and left the bedroom, walking down the quiet hallway toward the deck. There, she stared out at the storm and gathered her courage. As she punched in the familiar numbers, she wondered what she would say to her once-best friend after all these silent months, how she would start. Ive bad a bad week … my life is jailing apart… or simply: I need you.

Across the black and turbulent Sound, the phone rang.

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Part One

THE SEVENTIES

Dancing Queen

young and sweet, only seventeen

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For most of the country, 1970 was a year of upheaval and change, but in the house on Magnolia Drive, everything was orderly and quiet. Inside, ten-year-old Tully Hart sat on a cold wooden floor, building a Lincoln Log cabin for her Liddle Kiddles, who were asleep on tiny pink Kleenexes. If she were in her bedroom, she would have had a Jackson Five forty-five in her Close N Play, but in the living room, there wasnt even a radio.

Her grandma didnt like music much, or television or board games. Mostlylike nowGrandma sat in her rocking chair by the fireplace, doing needlepoint. She made hundreds of samplers, most of which quoted the Bible. At Christmastime she donated them to the church, where they were sold at fundraisers.

And Grandpa … well, he couldnt help being quiet. Ever since his stroke, he just stayed in bed. Sometimes he rang his bell, and that was the only time Tully ever saw her grandma hurry. At the first tinkling of the bell, shed smile and say, Oh, my, and run for the hallway as fast as her slippered feet would take her.

Tully reached for her yellow-haired Troll. Humming very quietly, she made him dance with Calamity Kiddle to Daydream Believer. Halfway through the song, there was a knock at the door.

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It was such an unexpected sound that Tully paused in her playing and looked up. Except for Sundays, when Mr. and Mrs. Beattle showed up to take them to church, no one ever came to visit.

Gran put her needlework in the pink plastic bag by her chair and got up, crossing the room in that slow, shuffling way that had become normal in the last few years. When she opened the door, there was a long silence, then she said, Oh, my.

Grans voice sounded weird. Peering sideways, Tully saw a tall woman with long messy hair and a smile that wouldnt stay in place. She was one of the prettiest women Tully had ever seen: milky skin, a sharp, pointed nose and high cheekbones that slashed above her tiny chin, liquid brown eyes that opened and closed slowly.

Thass not much of a greeting for your long-lost daughter. The lady pushed past Grandma and walked straight to Tully, then bent dawrrr^ls this my little Tallulah Rose?

Daughter? That meant

Mommy? she whispered in awe, afraid to believe it. Shed waited so long for this, dreamed of it: her mommy coming back.

Did you miss me?

Oh, yes, Tully said, trying not to laugh. But she was so happy.

Gran closed the door. Why dont you come into the kitchen for a cup of coffee?

I didnt come back for coffee. I came for my daughter.

Youre broke, Grandma said tiredly.

Her mother looked irritated. So what if I am?

Tully needs

I think I can figure out what my daughter needs. Her mother seemed to be trying to stand straight, but it wasnt working. She was kind of wobbly and her eyes looked funny. She twirled a strand of long, wavy hair around her finger.

Gran moved toward them. Raising a child is a big responsibility, Dorothy. Maybe if you moved in here for a while and got to know Tully youd be ready … She paused, then frowned and said quietly, Youre drunk.

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Mommy giggled and winked at Tully.

Tully winked back. Drunk wasnt so bad. Her grandpa used to drink lots before he got sick. Even Gran sometimes had a glass of wine.

Iss my birthday, Mother, or have you forgotten?

Your birthday? Tully shot to her feet. Wait here, she said, then ran to her room. Her heart was racing as she dug through her vanity drawer, scattering her stuff everywhere, looking for the macaroni and bead necklace shed made her mom at Bible school last year. Gran had frowned when she saw it, told her not to get her hopes up, but Tully hadnt been able to do that. Her hopes had been up for years. Shoving it in her pocket, she rushed back out, just in time to hear her mommy say,

Im not drunk, Mother, dear. Im with my kid again for the first time in three years. Love is the ultimate high.

Six years. She was four the last time you dropped her off here.

That long ago? Mommy said, looking confused.

Move back home, Dorothy. I can help you.

Like you did last time? No, thanks.

Last time? Mommy had come back before?

Gran sighed, then stiffened. How long are you going to hold all that against me?

Its hardly the kind of thing that has an expiration date, is it? Come on, Tallulah. Her mom lurched toward the door.

Tully frowned. This wasnt how it was supposed to happen. Her mommy hadnt hugged her or kissed her or asked how she was. And everyone knew you were supposed to pack a suitcase to leave. She pointed at her bedroom door. My stuff

You dont need that materialistic shit, Tallulah.

Huh? Tully didnt understand.

Gran pulled her into a hug that smelled sweetly familiar, of talcum powder and hair spray. These were the only arms that had ever hugged Tully, this was the only person whod ever made her feel safe, and suddenly she was afraid. Gran? she said pulling back. Whats happening?

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Youre coming with me, Mommy said, reaching out to the doorframe to steady herself.

Her grandmother clutched her by the shoulders, gave her a little shake. You know our phone number and address, right? You call us if you get scared or something goes wrong. She was crying,- seeing her strong, quiet grandmother cry scared and confused Tully. What was going on? What had she done wrong already?

Im sorry, Gran, I

Mommy swooped over and grabbed her by the shoulder, shaking her hard. Dont ever say youre sorry. It makes you look pathetic. Come on. She took Tullys hand and pulled her toward the door.

Tully stumbled along behind her mother, out of the house and down the steps and across the street to a rusted VW bus that had plastic flower decals all over it and a giant yellow peace symbol painted on the side.

The door opened; thick gray smoke rolled out. Through the haze she saw three people in the van. A black marrwitb3 huge afro and a red headband was in the drivers seat. In the back was a woman in a fringed vest and striped pants, with a brown kerchief over her blond hair,- beside her sat a man in bellbottoms and a ratty T-shirt. Brown shag carpeting covered the van floor,- a few pipes lay scattered about, mixed up with empty beer bottles, food wrappers, and eight-track tapes.

This is my kid, Tallulah, Mom said.

Tully didnt say anything, but she hated to be called Tallulah. Shed tell her mommy that later, when they were alone.

Far out, someone said.

She looks just like you, Dot. It blows my mind.

Get in, the driver said gruffly. Were gonna be late.

The man in the dirty T-shirt reached for Tully, grabbed her around the waist, and swung her into the van, where she positioned herself carefully on her knees.

Mom climbed inside and slammed the door shut. Strange music pulsed through the van. All she could make out were a few words: somethin happenin here… Smoke made everything look soft and vaguely out of focus. p>

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Tully edged closer to the metal side to make room beside her, but Mom sat next to the lady in the kerchief. They immediately started talking about pigs and marches and a man named Kent. None of it made sense to Tully and the smoke was making her dizzy. When the man beside her lit up his pipe, she couldnt help the little sigh of disappointment that leaked from her mouth.

The man heard it and turned to her. Exhaling a cloud of gray smoke right into her face, he smiled. Jus go with the flow, lil girl.

Look at the way my mother has her dressed, Mommy said bitterly. Like shes some little doll. Hows she sposed to be real if she cant get dirty?

Right on, Dot, the guy said, blowing smoke out of his mouth and leaning back.

Mommy looked at Tully for the first time,- really looked at her. You remember that, kiddo. Life isnt about cooking and cleaning and havin babies. Its about bein free. Doin your own thing. You can be the fucking president of the United States if you want.

We could use a new president, thass for sure, the driver said.

The woman in the headband patted Moms thigh. Thass tellin it like it is. Pass me that bong, tom. She giggled. Hey, thats almost a rhyme.

Tully frowned, feeling a new kind of shame in the pit of her stomach. She thought she looked pretty in this dress. And she didnt want to be the president. She wanted to be a ballerina.

Mostly, though, she wanted her mommy to love her. She edged sideways until she was actually close enough to her mother to touch her. Happy birthday, she said quietly, reaching into her pocket. She pulled out the necklace shed worked so hard on, agonized over, really, still gluing glitter on long after the other kids had gone out to play. I made this for you.

Mom snagged the necklace and closed her fingers around it. Tully waited and waited for her mom to say thank you and put the necklace on, but she didnt,- she just sat there, swaying to the music, talking to her friends.

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Tully finally closed her eyes. The smoke was making her sleepy. For most of her life shed missed her mommy, and not like you missed a toy you couldnt find or a friend who stopped coming over to play because you wouldnt share. She missed her mommy. It was always inside her, an empty space that ached in the daytime and turned into a sharp pain at night. Shed promised herself that if her mommy ever came back, shed be good. Perfect. Whatever shed done or said that was so wrong, shed fix or change. More than anything she wanted to make her mommy proud.

But now she didnt know what to do. In her dreams, theyd always gone off together alone, just the two of them, holding hands.

Here we are, her dream mommy always said as they walked up the hill to their house. Home sweet home. Then shed kiss Tullys cheek and whisper, I missed you so much. I was gone because p>

Tallulah. Wake up. -^

Tully came awake with a jolt. Her head was pounding and her throat hurt. When she tried to say, Where are we? all that came out was a croak.

Everyone laughed at that and kept laughing as they bundled out of the van.

On this busy downtown Seattle street, there were people everywhere, chanting and yelling and holding up signs that read MAKE LOVE NOT WAR, and HELL NO, WE WONT GO. Tully had never seen so many people in one place.

Mommy took hold of her hand, pulled her close.

The rest of the day was a blur of people chanting slogans and singing songs. Tully spent every moment terrified that shed somehow let go of her mothers hand and be swept away by the crowd. She didnt feel any safer when the policemen showed up because they had guns on their belts and sticks in their hands and plastic shields that protected their faces.

But all the crowd did was march and all the police did was watch.

By the time it got dark, she was tired and hungry and her head ached, but they just kept walking, up one street and down another. The crowd was different now,- theyd put away their signs And started drink—

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ing. Sometimes she heard whole sentences or pieces of conversation, but none of it made sense.

Did you see those pigs? They were dyin to knock our teeth out, but we were peaceful, man. Couldnt touch us. Hey, Dot, youre bogarting the joint.

Everyone around them laughed, Mommy most of all. Tully couldnt figure out what was going on and she had a terrible headache. People swelled around them, dancing and laughing. From somewhere, music spilled into the street.

And then, suddenly, she was holding on to nothing.

Mommy! she screamed.

No one answered or turned to her, even though there were people everywhere. She pushed through the bodies, screaming for her mommy until her voice failed her. Finally, she went back to where shed last seen her mommy and waited at the curb.

Shell be back.

Tears stung her eyes and leaked down her face as she sat there waiting, trying to be brave.

But her mommy never came back.

For years afterward, she tried to remember what had happened next, what she did, but all those people were like a cloud that obscured her memories. All she ever remembered was waking up on a dirty cement stoop along a street that was totally empty, seeing a policeman on horseback.

From his perch high above her, he frowned down at her and said, Hey, little one, are you all alone?

I am, was all she could say without crying.

He took her back to the house on Queen Anne Hill, where her grandma held her tightly and kissed her cheek and told her it wasnt her fault.

But Tully knew better. Somehow today shed done something wrong, been bad. Next time her mommy came back, shed try harder. Shed promise to be the president and shed never, ever say she was sorry again.

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Tully got a chart of the presidents of the United States and memorized every name in order. For months afterward, she told anyone who asked that she would be the first woman president; she even quit taking ballet classes. On her eleventh birthday, while Grandma lit the candles on her cake and sang a thin, watery version of Happy Birthday, Tully glanced repeatedly at the door, thinking, This is it, but no one ever knocked and the phone didnt ring. Later, with the opened boxes of her gifts around her, she tried to keep smiling. In front of her, on the coffee table, was an empty scrapbook. As a present, it sort of sucked, but her grandma always gave her stuff like thistjirojects to keep her busy and quiet.

She didnt even call, Tully said, looking up.

Gran sighed tiredly. Ypnr mom has … problems, Tully. Shes weak and confused. Youve got to quit pretending things are different. What matters is that youre strong.

Shed heard this advice a bazillion times. I know.

Gran sat down on the worn floral sofa beside Tully and pulled her onto her lap.

Tully loved it when Gran held her. She snuggled in close, rested her cheek on Grans soft chest.

I wish things were different with your mama, Tully, and thats the Gods honest truth, but shes a lost soul. Has been for a long time.

Is that why she doesnt love me?

Gran looked down at her. The black horn-rimmed glasses magnified her pale gray eyes. She loves you, in her way. Thats why she keeps coming back.

It doesnt feel like love.

I know.

I dont think she even likes me.

Its me she doesnt like. Something happened a long time ago and I didnt … Well, it doesnt matter now. Gran tightened her hold on Tully. Someday shell be^orry^she missed these years with you. Im certain of that.

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I could show her my scrapbook.

Gran didnt look at her. That would be nice. After a long silence, she said, Happy birthday, Tully, and kissed her forehead. Now Id best go sit with your grandfather. Hes feeling poorly today.

After her grandmother left the room, Tully sat there, staring down at the blank first page of her new scrapbook. It would be the perfect thing to give her mother one day, to show her what shed missed. But how would Tully fill it? She had a few photographs of herself, taken mostly by her friends moms at parties and on field trips, but not many. Her grans eyes werent good enough for those tiny viewfinders. And she had only the one picture of her mom.

She picked up a pen and very carefully wrote the date in the upper right-hand corner,- then she frowned. What else? Dear Mommy. Today was my eleventh birthday …

After that day, she collected artifacts from her life. School pictures, sports pictures, movie ticket stubs. For years whenever she had a good day, she hurried home and wrote about it, pasting down whatever receipt or ticket proved where she had been or what shed done. Somewhere along the way she started adding little embellishments to make herself look better. They werent lies, really, just exaggerations. Anything that would make her mom someday say she was proud of her. She filled that scrapbook and then another and another. On every birthday, she received a brand-new book, until she moved into the teen years.

Something happened to her then. She wasnt sure what it was, maybe the breasts that grew faster than anyone elses, or maybe it was just that she got tired of putting her life down on pieces of paper no one ever asked to see. By fourteen, she was done. She put all her little-girl books in a big cardboard box and shoved them to the back of her closet, and she asked Gran not to buy her any more.

Are you sure, honey?

Yeah, had been her answer. She didnt care about her mother anymore and tried never to think about her. In fact, at school, she told everyone that her mom had died in a boating accident.

The lie freed her. She quit buying her clothes in the little-girls

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departments and spent her time in the juniors area. She bought tight, midriff-baring shirts that showed off her new boobs and low-rise bellbottoms that made her butt look good. She had to hide these clothes from Gran, but it was easy to do,- a puffy down vest and a quick wave could get her out of the house in whatever she wanted to wear.

She learned that if she dressed carefully and acted a certain way, the cool kids wanted to hang out with her. On Friday and Saturday nights, she told Gran she was staying at a friends house and went roller-skating at Lake Hills, where no one ever asked about her family or looked at her as if she were poor Tully. She learned to smoke cigarettes without coughing and to chew gum to camouflage the smell on her breath.

By eighth grade, she was one of the most popular girl in junior high, and it helped, having all those friends. When she was busy enough, she didnt think about the woman who didnt want her.

On rare days she still felt … not quite lonely … but something. Adrift/maybe. As if all the people she hung around with were place—

Today was one of those days. She sat in her regular seat on the school bus, hearing the buzz of gossip go on around her. Everyone seemed to be talking about family things,- she had nothing to add to the conversations. She knew nothing about fighting with your little brother or being grounded for talking back to your parents or going to the mall with your mom. Thankfully, when the bus pulled up to her stop, she hurried off, making a big show of saying goodbye to her friends, laughing loudly and waving. Pretending; she did a lot of that lately.

After the bus drove away, she repositioned her backpack over her shoulder and started the long walk home. She had just turned the corner when she saw it.

There, parked across the street, in front of Grans house, was a beatup red VW bus. The flower decals were still on the side.

CHAPTER THREE

It was still dark when Kate Mularkeys alarm clock rang. She groaned and lay there, staring up at the peaked ceiling. The thought of going to school made her sick.

Eighth grade blew chips as far as she was concerned,- 1974 had turned out to be a totally sucky year, a social desert. Thank God there was only a month left of school. Not that the summer promised to be any better.

In sixth grade shed had two best friends,- theyd done everything togethershowed their horses in 4-H, gone to youth group, and ridden their bikes from one house to the next. The summer they turned twelve, all that ended. Her friends went wild,- there was no other way to put it. They smoked pot before school and skipped classes and never missed a party. When she wouldnt join in, they cut her loose. Period. And the good kids wouldnt come near her because shed been part of the stoners club. So now books were her only friends. Shed read Lord oj the Rings so often she could recite whole scenes by memory.

It was not a skill that aided one in becoming popular.

With a sigh, she got out of bed. In the tiny upstairs closet that had recently been turned into a bathroom, she took a quick shower and braided her straight blond hair, then put on her spazo horn-rimmed glasses. They were hopelessly out of date now-round and rimless were

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what the cool kids worebut her dad said they couldnt afford new glasses yet.

Downstairs, she went to the back door, folded her belled pant leg around each calf, and stepped into the huge black rubber boots they kept on the concrete steps. Moving like Neil Armstrong, she made her way through the deep mud to the shed out back. Their old quarterhorse mare limped up to the fence, whinnied a greeting. Heya, Sweetpea, Kate said, throwing a flake of hay onto the ground, and then scratching the horses velvety ear.

I miss you, too, she said, and it was true. Two years ago theyd been inseparable,- Kate had ridden this mare all that summer, and won plenty of ribbons at the Snohomish County Fair.

But things changed fast. She knew that now. A horse could get old overnight and go lame. A friend could become a stranger just as quickly.

Bye. She clomped back up the dark, muddy driveway and left her dirty boots on the porch.p>

When she opened the back door, she stepped into pandemonium. Mom stood at the stove, dressed in her faded floral housedress and fuzzy pink slippers, smoking an Eve menthol cigarette and pouring batter into an oblong electric frying pan. Her shoulder-length brown hair was divided into two scrawny pigtails,- each one was held in place by a strand of hot-pink ribbon. Set the table, Katie, she said without glancing up. Sean! Get down here.

Kate did as she was told. Almost before she was finished, her mother was behind her, pouring milk into the glasses.

Seanbreakfast, Mom yelled up the stairs again. This time she added the magic words: Ive poured the milk.

Within seconds eight-year-old Sean came running down the stairs and rushed toward the beige speckled Formica table, giggling as he tripped over the Labrador puppy whod recently joined the family.

Kate was just about to sit down at her regular place when she happened to glance across the kitchen and into the living room. Through the large window above the sofa, she saw something that surprised her: A moving van was turning-into the driveway across the street.

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Wow. She carried her plate through the two rooms and stood at the window, staring out over their three acres and down on the house across the street. It had been vacant for as long as anyone could remember.

She heard her mothers footsteps coming up behind her,- hard on the fake brick linoleum of the kitchen floor, quiet in the moss-green carpeting of the living room.

Someones moving in across the street, Kate said.

Really?

No. Im lying.

Maybe theyll have a girl your age. It would be nice for you to have a friend.

Kate bit back an irritated retort. Only mothers thought it was easy to make friends in junior high. Whatever. She turned away abruptly, taking her plate into the hallway, where she finished her breakfast in peace beneath the portrait of Jesus.

As expected, Mom followed her. She stood by the tapestry wall hanging of The Last Supper, saying nothing.

What? Kate snapped when she couldnt take it anymore.

Moms sigh was so quiet it could hardly be heard. Why are we always bickering lately?

Youre the one who starts it.

By saying hello and asking how youre doing? Yeah, Im a real witch.

You said it, not me.

Its not my fault, you know.

What isnt?

That you dont have any friends. If youd

Kate walked away. Honest to St. Jude, one more if-youd-only-tryharder speech and she might puke.

Thankfullyfor onceMom didnt follow her. Instead, she went back into the kitchen, calling out, Hurry up, Sean. The Mularkey school bus leaves in ten minutes.

Her brother giggled. Kate rolled her eyes and went upstairs. It was so lame. How could her brother laugh at the same stupid joke every day?

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The answer came as quickly as the question had: because he had friends. Life with friends made everything easier.

She hid in her bedroom until she heard the old Ford station wagon start up. The last thing she wanted was to get driven to school by her mom, who yelled goodbye and waved like a contestant on The Price Is Right when Kate got out of the car. Everyone knew it was social suicide to be driven to school by your parents. When she heard tires crunching slowly across gravel, she went back downstairs, washed the dishes, gathered her stuff, and left the house. Outside, the sun was shining, but last nights rain had studded the driveway with inner-tube-sized potholes. No doubt the old-timers down at the hardware store were already starting to talk about the flooding. Mud sucked at the soles of her fake Earth shoes, making her progress slow. So intent was she on saving her only rainbow socks that she was at the bottom of the driveway before she noticed the girl standing across the street.

She was gorgeous. Tall and big-boobed, she had long, curly auburn hair and a face like Caroline of Monaco: pale skin and full lips and long lashes. And her clothes-, low-rise, three-button jeans with huge, tie-died wedges of fabric in the seams to make elephant bells,- cork-bottomed platform shoes with four-inch heels,- and an angel-sleeved pink peasant blouse that revealed at least two inches of stomach.

Kate clutched her books against her chest, wishing she hadnt picked her pimples last night. Or that her jeans werent Sears Rough Riders. H-hi, she said, stopping on her side of the road. The bus stops on this side. j

Chocolate-brown eyes, rimmed heavily with black mascara and shiny blue eye shadow, stared at her, revealing nothing.

Just then, the school bus arrived. Wheezing and squeaking, it came to a shuddering stop on the road. A boy she used to have a crush on stuck his head out the window and yelled, Hey, Kootie, the floods over, and then laughed.

Kate put her head down and boarded the bus. Collapsing into her usual front-row seatby herselfshe kept her head bowed, waiting for

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the new girl to walk past her, but no one else got on. When the doors thumped shut and the bus lurched forward, she dared to look back at the road.

The coolestlooking girl in the world wasnt there.

Already Tully didnt fit in. It had taken two hours to choose her clothes this morningan outfit right out of the pages of Seventeen magazine and every bit of it was wrong.

When the school bus drove up, she made a split-second decision. She wasnt going to go to school in this hick backwater. Snohomish might be less than an hour from downtown Seattle, but as far as she was concerned, she might as well be on the moon. That was how alien this place felt.

No.

Hell, no.

She marched down the gravel driveway and shoved the front door open so hard it cracked against the wall.

Drama, shed learned, was like good punctuation: it underscored your point.

You must be high, she said loudly, realizing a second too late that the only people in the living room were the moving men.

One of them paused and looked wearily her way. Huh?

She pushed past them, grazing the armoire so hard they swore under their breath. Not that she cared. She hated it when she felt like this, all puffed up with anger.

She wouldnt let her so-called mother make her feel twisted up inside, not after all the times that woman had abandoned her.

In the master bedroom, her mom was sitting on the floor, cutting pictures out of Cosmo. As usual, her long hair was a wavy, fuzzy nightmare held in check by a grossly out-of-date beaded leather headband. Without looking up, she flipped to the next page, where a naked, grinBurt Reynolds covered his penis with one hand.

Im not going to this backwater school. Theyre a bunch of hicks.

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Oh. Mom flipped to the next page, then reached for her scissors and began cutting out a spray of flowers from a Breck ad. Okay.

Tully wanted to scream. Okay? Okay? Im fourteen years old.

My job is to love and support you, baby, not to get in your face.

Tully closed her eyes, counted to ten, and said again, I dont have any friends here.

Make new ones. I heard you were Miss Popular at your old school.

Come on, Mom, I

Cloud.

Im not calling you Cloud.

Fine, Tallulah. Mom looked up to make sure her point had been made. It had.

I dont belong here.

You know better than that, Tully. Youre a child of the earth and sky,- you belong everywhere. The Bhagavad Gita says …

Thats it. Tully walked away while her mother was still talking. The last thing she wanted to hear was some drug-soaked advice that belonged on a black-light poster. On the way out, she snagged a pack of Virginia Slims from her moms purse and headed for the road.

For the next week, Kate watched the new girl from a distance.

Tully Hart was boldly, coolly different,- brighter, somehow, than everyone else in the faded green hallways. She had no curfew and didnt care if she got caught smoking in the woods behind the school. Everyone talked about it. Kate heard the whispered awe in their voices. For a group of kids whod grown up in the dairy farms and paper mill workers homes of the Snohomish Valley, Tully Hart was exotic. Everyone wanted to be friends with her.

Her neighbors instant popularity made Kates alienation more unbearable. She wasnt sure why it wounded her so much. All she knew was that every morning, as they stood at the bus stop beside each other and yet worlds apart, separated by yawning silence, Kate felt a desperate desire to be acknowledged by Tully.

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Not that it would ever happen.

… before The Carol Burnett show starts. Its ready now. Kate? Katie?

Kate lifted her head from the table. Shed fallen asleep on her open social studies textbook at the kitchen table. Huh? What did you say? she asked, pushing her heavy glasses back up into place.

I made Hamburger Helper for our new neighbors. I want you to take it across the street.

But … Kate tried to think of an excuse, anything that would get her out of this. Theyve been here a week.

So Im late. Things have been crazy lately.

Ive got too much homework. Send Sean.

Seans not likely to make friends over there, now, is he?

Neither am I, Kate said miserably.

Mom faced her. The brown hair shed curled and teased so carefully this morning had fallen during the day and her makeup had faded. Now her round, apple-cheeked face looked pale and washed out. Her purple and yellow crocheted vesta Christmas present from last yearwas buttoned wrong. Staring at Kate, she crossed the room and sat down at the table. Can I say something without you jumping all over me?

Probably not.

Im sorry about you and Joannie.

Of all the things Kate might have expected, that was not even on the list. It doesnt matter.

It matters. I hear shes running with a pretty fast crowd these days.

Kate wanted to say she couldnt have cared less, but to her horror, tears stung her eyes. Memories rushed at herJoannie and her on the Octopus ride at the fair, sitting outside their stalls at the barn, talking about how much fun high school would be. She shrugged. Yeah.

Life is hard sometimes. Especially at fourteen.

Kate rolled her eyes. If there was one thing she knew, it was that her mother knew nothing about how hard life could be for a teenager. No shit.

Im going to pretend I didnt hear that word from you. Itll be easy because Ill never hear it again. Right?

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Kate couldnt help wishing she was like Tully. Shed never back down so easily. Shed probably light up a cigarette right now and dare her mom to say something.

Mom dug through the baggy pocket of her skirt and found her cigarettes. Lighting up, she studied Kate. You know I love you and I support you and I would never let anyone hurt you. But Katie, I have to ask you: What is it youre waiting for?

What do you mean?

You spend all your time reading and doing homework. How are people supposed to get to know you when you act like that?

They dont want to know me.

Mom touched her hand gently. Its never good to sit around and wait for someone or something to change your life. Thats why women like Gloria Steinem are burning their bras and marching on Washing-

, it

ton.

So that I can make friends?

So that you know you can be whatever you want to be. Your generation is so lucky. You can be anything you want. But you have to take a risk sometimes. Reach out. One thing I can tell you for sure is this: we only regret what we dont do in life.

Kate heard an odd sound in her moms voice, a sadness that tinted the word regret. But what could her mother possibly know about the battlefield of junior high popularity? She hadnt been a teenager in decades. Yeah, right.

Its true, Kathleen. Someday youll see how smart I am. Her mom smiled and patted her hand. If youre like the rest of us, itll happen at about the same time you want me to babysit for the first time.

What are you talking about?

Mom laughed at some joke Kate didnt even get. Im glad we had this talk. Now go. Make friends with your new neighbor.

Yeah. That would happen.

Wear oven mitts. Its still hot, Mom said.

Perfect. The mitts.

Kate went over to the counter and stared down at the red-brown

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glop of a casserole. Dully, she fitted a sheet of foil across the top, curled the edges down, and then put on the puffy, quilted blue oven mitts her Aunt Georgia had made. At the back door, she slipped her stockinged feet into the fake Earth shoes on the porch and headed down the spongy driveway.

The house across the street was long and low to the ground, a rambler-style in an L shape that faced away from the road. Moss furred the shingled roof. The ivory sides were in need of paint, and the gutters were overflowing with leaves and sticks. Giant rhododendron bushes hid most of the windows, runaway junipers created a green spiky barrier that ran the length of the house. No one had tended to the landscaping in years.

At the front door Kate paused, drawing in a deep breath.

Balancing the casserole in one hand, she pulled off one oven mitt and knocked.

Please let no one be home.

Almost instantly she heard footsteps from inside.

The door swung open to reveal a tall woman dressed in a billowy caftan. An Indian-beaded headband circled her forehead. Two mismatched earrings hung from her ears. There was a strange dullness in her eyes, as if she needed glasses and didnt have them, but even so, she was pretty in a sharp, brittle kind of way. Yeah?

Weird, pulsing music seemed to come from several places at once,- though the lights were turned off, several lava lamps burped and bubbled in eerie green and red canisters.

H-hello, Kate stammered. My mom made you guys this casserole.

Right on, the lady said, stumbling back, almost falling.

And suddenly Tully was coming through the doorway, sweeping through, actually, moving with a grace and confidence that was more movie star than teenager. In a bright blue minidress and white go-go boots, she looked old enough to be driving a car. Without saying anything, she grabbed Kates arm, pulled her through the living room, and into a kitchen in which everything was pink: walls, cabinets, curtains,

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tile counters, table. When Tully looked at her, Kate thought she saw a flash of something that looked like embarrassment in those dark eyes.

Was that your mom? Kate asked, uncertain of what to say.

She has cancer.

Oh. Kate didnt know what to say except, Im sorry. Quiet pressed into the room. Instead of making eye contact with Tully, Kate studied the table. Never in her life had she seen so much junk food in one place. Pop-Tarts, Capn Crunch and Quisp boxes, Fritos, Funyuns, Twinkies, Zingers, and Screaming Yellow Zonkers. Wow. I wish my mom would let me eat all this stuff. Kate immediately wished shed kept her mouth shut. Now she sounded hopelessly uncool. To give herself something to doand somewhere to look besides Tullys unreadable faceshe put the casserole on the counter. Its still hot, she said, stupidly, considering that she was wearing oven mitts that looked like killer whales.

Tully lit up a cigarette and leaned against the pink wall, eyeing her.

Kate glanced back at the door to the living room. She doesnt care if you smoke?

Shes too sick to care.

Oh.

You want a drag?

Uh … no. Thanks.

^Yeah. Thats what I thought. j On the wall, the black Kit-Kat Klock swished its tail.

Well, you probably have to get home for dinner, Tully said.

Oh, Kate said again, sounding even more nerdy than she had before. Right.

Tully led the way back through the living room, where her mother was now sprawled on the sofa. Bye, girl from across the street with the cool neighbor attitude.

Tully yanked the door open. Beyond it, the falling night was a blurry purple rectangle that seemed too vivid to be real. Thanks for the food, she said. I dont know how to cook, and Cloud is cooked, if you know what I mean.

T

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Cloud?

Thats my moms current name.

Oh.

Itd be cool if I did know how to cook. Or if we had a chef or something. With my mom having cancer and all. Tully looked at her.

Tell her youll teach her.

Take a risk.

But she couldnt do it. The potential for humiliation was sky-high. Well …bye.

Later.

Kate stepped past her and into the night.

She was halfway to the road when Tully called out to her, Hey, wait up.

Kate slowly turned around.

Whats your name?

She felt a flash of hope. Kate. Kate Mularkey.

Tully laughed. Mularkey? Like bullshit?

It was hardly funny anymore, that joke about her last name. She sighed and turned back around.

I didnt mean to laugh, Tully said, but she didnt stop.

Yeah. Whatever.

Fine. Be a bitch, why dont you?

Kate kept walking.

CHAPTER FOUR

Tully watched the girl walk away. I shouldnt have said that, she said, noticing how small her voice sounded beneath the enormous star-spangled sky.

She wasnt even sure why shed said it, why shed suddenly felt the need to make fun of the next-door neighbor. With a sigh, she went back into the house. The moment she stepped into the room, the smell of pot overwhelmed her, stung her eyes. On the sofa, her mom lay spread-eagled, one leg on the coffee table, one on the back cushions. Her mouth hung open,- drool sparkled the corners of her lips.

And the girl next door had seen this. Tully felt a hot wave of shame. No doubt rumors would be all over school by Monday. Tully Hart has a potbead mom.

This was why she never invited anyone over to her house. When you were keeping secrets, you needed to do it alone, in the dark.

She would have given anything to have the kind of mom who made dinner for strangers. Maybe that was why shed made fun of the girls name. The thought pissed her off and she slammed the door shut behind her. Cloud. Wake up.

Mom drew in a sharp, snorting breath and sat up. Whass the matter?

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Its dinnertime.

Mom pushed the gob of hair out of her eyes and worked to focus on the wall clock. What are wein a nursing home? Iss five oclock.

Tully was surprised her mom could still tell time. She went into the kitchen, served the casserole onto two white CorningWare plates, and returned to the living room. Here. She handed her mother a plate and fork.

Whered we get this? Did you cook?

Hardly. The neighbor brought it over.

Cloud looked Wearily around. We have neighbors?

Tully didnt bother answering. Her mother always forgot what they were talking about anyway. It made any real conversation impossible, and usually Tully didnt careshe wanted to talk to Cloud like she wanted to watch black and white moviesbut now, since that girls visit, Tully felt her differentness keenly. If she had a real familya mom who made casseroles and sent them as gifts to new neighborsshe wouldnt feel so alone. She sat down in one of the mustard-colored

beanbag chairs that flanked the sofa and said cautiously, I wonder what Grans doing right now.

Proly making one of those god-awful PRAISE JESUS samplers. As if thatll save her soul. Ha. Hows school?

Tullys head snapped up. She couldnt believe her mom had just asked about her life. Lots of kids hang around with me, but … She frowned. How could she put her dissatisfaction into words? All she really knew was that she was lonely here, even among her new friends. I keep waiting for …

Do we have ketchup? her mother said, frowning down at her heap of Hamburger Helper, poking at it with her fork. She was swaying to the music.

Tully hated the disappointment she felt. She knew better than to expect anything from her mother. Im going to my room, she said, climbing out of the beanbag chair.

The last thing she heard before she slammed her bedroom door was her mother saying, Maybe it needs cheese.

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Late that night, long after everyone else had gone to bed, Kate crept down the stairs, put on her dads huge rubber boots, and went outside. It was becoming a habit lately, going outside when she couldnt sleep. Overhead, the huge black sky was splattered with stars. It made her feel small and unimportant, that sky. A lonely girl looking down at an empty street that went nowhere.

Sweetpea nickered and trotted toward her.

She climbed up onto the top rail of the fence. Hey there, girl, she said, pulling a carrot out of her parkas pocket.

She glanced over at the house across the street. The lights were still on at midnight. No doubt Tully was having a party with all the popular kids. They were probably laughing and dancing and talking about how cool they were.

Kate would give everything she owned to be invited to just one party like that.

Sweetpea nudged her knee, snorted.

I know. Im dreaming. Sighing, she slid off the fence, petted Sweetpea orje last time, and then went back to bed.

A few nights later, after a dinner of Pop-Tarts and Alpha-Bits cereal, Tully took a long, hot shower, shaved her legs and underarms carefully, and dried her hair until it fell straight from her center part without a single crease or curl. Then she went to her closet and stood there, trying to figure out what to wear. This was her first high school party. She needed to look just right. None of the other girls from the junior high had been invited. She was The One. Pat Richmond, the bestlooking guy on the football team, had chosen Tully for his date. Theyd been at the local hamburger hangout last Wednesday night, his group of friends and hers. AH it had taken was one look between them. Pat had broken free of the crowd of huge guys and walked right over to Tully.

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Shed seen him heading her way and practically fainted. On the jukebox, Stairway to Heaven had been playing. Talk about romantic.

I could get in trouble just for talking to you, he said.

She tried to look mature and worldly as she said, I like trouble.

The smile he gave her was like nothing shed ever seen before. For the first time in her life, she felt as beautiful as people always said she was.

You wanna come to the party with me on Friday?

I could make that work, she said. It was a phrase shed heard Erica Kane use on All My Children.

Ill pick you up at ten. He leaned closer. Unless thats past your curfew, little girl?

Seventeen Firefly Lane. And I dont have a curfew.

He smiled again. Im Pat, by the way.

Im Tully.

Well, Tully, Ill see you at ten.

Tully still couldnt believe it. For the past forty-eight hours shed obsessed over this first real date. All the other times shed gone out with boys it was in a group or to a school dance. This was totally different, and Pat was practically a man.

They could fall in love,- she knew it. And then, with him holding her hand, shed stop feeling so alone.

She finally made her clothes choice.

Low-rise, three-button bellbottom jeans, a pink scoop-necked knit top that showed off her cleavage, and her favorite cork platforms. She spent almost an hour on her makeup, layering more and more on until she looked foxy. She couldnt wait to show Pat how pretty she could be.

She grabbed a pack of her moms cigarettes and left her bedroom.

In the living room, Mom looked up blearily from her magazine. Hey, iss almos ten oclock. Where are you going?

This guy invited me to a party.

Is he here?

Right. Like Tully would invite anyone to come in. Im meeting him on the road.

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Oh. Cool. Dont wake me up when you get home.

I wont.

Outside, it was dark and cold. The Milky Way stretched across the sky in a path of starlight.

She waited by her mailbox on the main road, moving from foot to foot to keep warm. Goose bumps pebbled her bare arms. The mood ring on her middle finger changed from green to purple. She tried to remember what that meant.

Across the street and up the hill, the pretty little farmhouse glowed against the darkness. Each window was like a pat of warm, melting butter. They were probably all at home, clustered around a big table, playing Risk. She wondered what theyd do if she just visited one day, showed up on the porch and said hey.

She heard Pats car before she saw the headlights. At the roar of the engine, she forgot all about the family across the street and stepped into the road, waving.

His green Dodge Charger came to a stop beside her,- the car seemed to pulse with sound, vibrate. She slid into the passenger seat. The music was so loud she knew he couldnt hear what she said.

Grinning at her, Pat hit the gas and they were off like a rocket, blast ing down the quiet country lane.

\ As they turned onto a gravel road, she could see the party going on t>elow. Dozens of cars were parked in a huge circle in a pasture, with their headlights on. Bachman-Turner Overdrives Taking Care of Business blared from someones car radio. Pat parked over in the stand of trees along the fence line.

There were kids everywhere, gathered around the flames of the bonfire, standing beside the kegs of beer set up in the grass. Clear plastic cups littered the ground. Down by the barn, a group of guys were playing touch football. It was late in May, and summer was still a ways away, so most people were wearing coats. She wished she hadnt forgotten hers.

Pat held her hand tightly, leading her through the crowd of couples toward the keg, where he poured two cups full.

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Taking hers, she let him lead her down to a quiet spot just beyond the perimeter of cars. There, he spread his lettermans jacket down on the ground and motioned for her to sit down.

I couldnt believe it when I first saw you, Pat said, sitting close to her, sipping his beer. Youre the prettiest girl ever to live in this town. All the guys want you.

But you got me, she said, smiling at him. It felt as if she were falling into his dark eyes.

He took a big drink of his beer, practically finishing it, then he set it down and kissed her.

Other guys had kissed her before,- mostly they were fumbling, nervous attempts made during a slow dance. This was different. Pats mouth was like magic. She sighed happily, whispering his name. When he drew back, he was staring at her with pure, sunshiny love in his eyes. Im glad youre here.

Me, too.

He finished off his beer and got up. I need more brew.

They were in line at the keg when he frowned at her. Hey, you arent drinking. I thought you were cool with partying.

I am. She smiled nervously. Shed never really drank before, but he wouldnt like her if she acted like a nerd, and she was desperate for him to want her. Bottoms up, she said, tilting the plastic tumbler to her lips and drinking the whole amount without stopping. When she finished, she couldnt help burping and giggling.

Far out, he said, nodding, pouring two more beers.

The second one wasnt so bad, and by the third beer Tully had completely lost her sense of taste. When Pat brought out a bottle of Annie Green Springs wine, she guzzled some of that, too. For almost an hour, they sat on his jacket, tucked close together, drinking and talking. She didnt know any of the people he talked about, but that didnt matter. What mattered was the way he looked at her, the way he held her hand.

Come on, he whispered, lets dance.

She felt woozy when she stood up. Her balance was off and she kept

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stumbling during their dance. Finally, she fell down altogether. Pat laughed, took her hand to pull her up, and led her to a dark, romantic spot in the trees. Giggling, she hobbled awkwardly behind him, gasping when he took her in his arms and kissed her.

It felt so good,- made her blood feel tingly and hot. She pressed up against him like a cat, loving the way he was making her feel. Any minute he was going to draw back and look down at her and say, I love you, just like Ryan ONeal in Love Story.

Maybe Tully would even call him preppie when she said it back to him. Their song would be Stairway to Heaven. Theyd tell people they met while

His tongue slipped into her mouth, pressing hard, sweeping around like some kind of alien probe. Suddenly it didnt feel good anymore, didnt feel right. She tried to say, Stop, but her voice had no sound,- he was sucking up all her air.

His hands were everywhere: up her back, around her side, plucking at her bra, trying to undo it. She felt it come free with a sickening little pop. And then he was touching her boob.

No … she whimpered, trying to push his hands away. This wasnt what she wanted. She wanted love, romance, magic. Someone to love er. Not… this. No, Pat, dont

Come on, Tully. You know you want it. He pushed her back and she stumbled, fell to the ground hard, hitting her head. For a second, her vision blurred. When it cleared, he was on his knees, between her legs. He held both her hands in one of his, pinning her to the ground.

Thats what I like, he said, pushing her legs apart.

Shoving her top up, he stared down at her naked chest. Oh, yeah … He cupped one breast, tweaked her nipple hard. His other hand slipped into her pants, beneath her underwear.

Stop. Please … Tully tried desperately to get free, but her wriggling only seemed to excite him.

Between her legs, his fingers probed her hard, moving inside her. Come on, baby, let yourself like it.

She felt herself starting to cry. Dont

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Oh, yeah … He covered her body with his, pressed her into the

wet grass.

She was crying so hard now she could taste her own tears, but he didnt seem to care. His kisses were something else nowslobbering, sucking, biting,- it hurt, but not as much as his belt, hitting her stomach when he pulled it off, or his penis, ramming

She squeezed her eyes shut as pain ripped between her legs, scraped her insides.

Then, suddenly, it was over. He rolled off her, lay beside her, holding her close, kissing her cheek as if what hed just done to her had been love.

Hey, youre crying. He gently smoothed the hair away from her face. Whats the matter? I thought you wanted it.

She didnt know what to say. Like every girl, shed imagined losing her virginity, but it had never felt like this in her dreams. She stared at him in disbelief. Wanted that?

An irritated frown creased his forehead. Come on, Tully, lets dance.

The way he said it, so quietly, as if he were actually confused by her reaction, only made it worse. Shed done something wrong, obviously, been a prick tease, and this was what happened to girls who played at it.

He stared at her for a minute longer, then stood up and pulled his pants up. Whatever. I need another drink. Lets go.

She rolled onto her side. Go away.

She felt him beside her, knew he was staring down at her. You acted like you wanted it, damn it. You cant lead a guy on and then just go cold. Grow up, little girl. This is your fault.

She closed her eyes and ignored him, thankful when he finally left her. For once she was glad to be alone.

She lay there, feeling broken and hurt and, worst of all, stupid. After an hour or so, she heard the party break up, heard the car engines start, and the tires pealing through loose gravel as they drove away.

And still she lay there, unable to make herself move. This was all her

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fault,- he was right about that. She was stupid and young. All shed wanted was someone to love her.

Stupid, she hissed, finally sitting up.

Moving slowly, she got dressed and tried to stand. At the movement, she felt sick to her stomach and immediately puked all over her favorite shoes. When it was over, she bent down for her purse, clutched it to her chest, and made her long, painful way back up to the road.

There were no cars out this late at night, and she was glad for that. She didnt want to have to explain to anyone why her hair was full of pine needles and her shoes were stained with vomit.

All the way home she relived what had happenedthe way Pat had smiled at her when he asked her to the party,- the gentle first kiss hed given her,- the way he talked to her as if she mattered,- then the other Pat, with his harsh hands and his probing tongue and fingers, with his hard cock and how roughly hed stuck it up inside her.

The more she replayed it in her mind, the lonelier and more desolate she felt.

If only she had someone she trusted to talk to. Maybe that would ease a little of this pain. But, of course, there was no one.

This was another secret shed have to keep, like her weirdo mother and unknown father. People would say she had it coming, a junior high girl at a high^schooT party.

As she/neared her driveway, she walked a little more slowly. The thought of going home, of feeling alone in a place that should be a refuge for her, with a woman who was supposed to love her, was suddenly unbearable.

The neighbors old gray horse trotted up to the fence line and nickered at her.

Tully crossed the street and walked up the hill. At the fence, she yanked up a handful of grass and held it out to him. Hey there, boy.

The horse sniffed the handful of grass, snorted wetly and trotted away.

She likes carrots.

Tully looked up sharply and saw her neighbor sitting on the top rail of the fence.

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Long minutes passed in silence between them,- the only noise was the horses quiet nickering.

Its late, the neighbor girl said.

Yeah.

I love it out here at night. The stars are so bright. Sometimes, if you stare up at the sky long enough, youll swear tiny white dots are falling all around you, like fireflies. Maybe thats how this street got its name. You probably think Im a nerd for even saying that.

Tully wanted to answer but couldnt. Deep, deep inside shed started to shake and it took all her concentration just to stand still.

The girlKate, Tully rememberedslipped down from her perch. She was wearing an oversized T-shirt with a Partridge Family decal on the front that was peeling off. As she moved forward, her boots made a sucking noise in the mud. Hey, you dont look so good. A retainer drew the s into a long lisp. And you reek like puke.

Im fine, she said, stiffening as Kate drew close.

Are you okay? Really?

To Tullys complete horror, she started to cry.

Kate stood there a moment, staring at her from behind those dorko-rama glasses. Then, without saying anything, she hugged Tully.

Tully flinched at the contact,- it was foreign and unexpected. She started to pull away, but found that she couldnt move. She couldnt remember the last time someone had held her like this, and suddenly she was clinging to this weirdo girl, afraid to let go, afraid that without Kate, shed float away like the S.S. Minnow and be lost at sea.

Im sure shell get better, Kate said when Tullys tears subsided.

Tully drew back, frowning. It took her a second to understand.

The cancer. Kate thought she was worried about her mom.

Do you want to talk about it? Kate said, taking out her retainer, putting it on the mossy top of a fence post.

Tully stared at her. In the silvery light from a full moon, she saw nothing but compassion in Kates magnified green eyes, and she wanted to talk, wanted it with a fierceness that made her feel sick. But she didnt know how to start.

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Kate said, Come on, and led her up the hill to the slanted front porch of the farmhouse. There, she sat down, pulling her threadbare T-shirt over her bent knees. My Aunt Georgia had cancer, she said. It was grody. Lost all her hair. But shes fine now.

Tully sat down beside her, put her purse on the ground. The smell of vomit was strong. She pulled out a cigarette and lit up to cover the stench. Before she knew it, shed said, I went to a party down by the river tonight.

A high school party? Kate sounded impressed.

Pat Richmond asked me out.

The quarterback? Wow. My mom wouldnt let me stand in the same checkout line as a high school senior. Shes so lame. ^

Shes not lame.

She thinks eighteen-year-old boys are dangerous. She calls them penises with hands and feet. Tell me that isnt lame.

Tully glanced out over the field and took a deep, steadying breath. She couldnt believe she was going to tell this girl what happened tonight, but the truth was a fire inside her. If she didnt get rid of it, shed burn up. He raped me.

Kate turned to her. Tully felt those green eyes boring into her profile, but she didnt move, didnt turn. Her shame was so overwhelming that she couldnt stand to see it reflected in Kates eyes. She waited for Kate to say something, to call her an idiot, but the silence just went on and on. Finally, sfiexbuldnt take it anymore. She looked sideways.

Are you okay? Kate asked quietly.

Tully relived it all in those few words. Tears stung her eyes, blurred her vision.

Once again, Kate hugged her. Tully let herself be comforted for the first time since she was little. When she finally drew back, she tried to smile. Im drowning you.

We should tell someone.

No way. Theyd say it was my fault. This is our secret, okay?

Okay. Kate frowned as she said it.

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Tully wiped her eyes and took another drag on her cigarette. Why are you being so nice to me?

You looked lonely. Believe me, I know how that feels.

You do? But you have a family.

They have to like me. Kate sighed. The kids at school treat me like Ive got an infectious disease. I used to have friends, but … you probably dont know what in the heck Im talking about. Youre so popular.

Popular just means lots of people think they know you.

Id take that.

Silence fell between them. Tully finished her cigarette and put it out. They were so different, she and Kate, as full of contrasts as this dark field bathed in moonlight, but it felt so completely easy to talk to her. Tully found herself almost smiling, and on this, the worst night of her life. That was something.

For the next hour, they sat there, talking now and then and sometimes just sitting in silence. They didnt say anything really important or share any more secrets, they just talked.

Finally, Kate yawned and Tully stood up. I better book.

They got up and walked down to the road. At the mailboxes, Kate stopped. Well. Bye.

Bye. Tully stood there a moment, feeling awkward. She wanted to hug Kate, maybe even cling to her and tell her how much this night had been helped by her, but she didnt dare. Shed learned a thing or two about vulnerability from her mother, and she felt too fragile now to risk humiliation. Turning, she headed down to her house. Once inside, she went straight to the shower. There, with the hot water beating down on her, she thought about what had happened to her tonightwhat shed let happen because she wanted to be cooland she cried. When she was done and the tears had turned into a hard little knot in her throat, she took the memory of this night and boxed it up. She shelved it in the back alongside memories of the times Cloud had abandoned her and immediately began working on forgetting it was there.

CHAPTER FIVE

Kate lay awake long after Tully had left. Finally, she threw back the covers and got out of bed. Downstairs, she found what she needed: a small statue of the Virgin Mary, a votive candle in a red glass holder, a book of matches, and her grandmothers old rosary beads. Taking everything back up to her room, she created an altar on top of her dresser, and lit the candle.

Heavenly Father, she prayed, head bowed and hands clasped, please watch out for Tully Hart and help her through this hard time. Also, \please heal her mothers cancer. I know You can help them. Amen. she said a few Hail Marys, and then went back to bed.

But all night she tossed and turned, dreaming about the encounter with Tully, wondering what would happen in the morning. Should she talk to Tully today at school, smile at her? Or was she expected to pretend it had never happened? There were rules to popularity, secret codes written in invisible ink that only girls like Tully could read. All Kate knew was that she didnt want to make a mistake and embarrass

herself. She knew that sometimes the popular girls were secret friends with nerds,- like, they smiled and said hi when they werent in school or when their parents were friends. Maybe that was how it would be with her and Tully.

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Finally, she quit trying to sleep and got up. Putting on her robe, she went downstairs. In the living room, her dad looked up from the newspaper and smiled. Top of the mornin to you, Katie Scarlett. Come give your old man a hug.

She plopped into his lap, rested her cheek against the rough wool of his shirt.

He tucked a strand of hair around her ear. She could see how tired he looked,- he was working so hard, doing double shifts at Boeing so they could afford their yearly family camping trip. Hows school going?

It was the same question he always asked. Once, a long time ago, shed actually answered, said, Not so good, Dad, and then waited for his advice or comfort or something, but no such words had come. Hed heard what he wanted to hear, not what shed said. Her mom had said it was because he worked so many hours at the plant.

Kate could have been upset by his distraction, but somehow it had made her love him even more. He never yelled at her or told her to pay attention or reminded her that she was responsible for her own happiness. Those were her mothers words,- her dad just quietly went on loving her no matter what.

Great, she answered, smiling to reinforce the lie.

How could it not be? he said, kissing her temple. Youre the prettiest girl in town, eh? And your mum named you after one of the great literary heroines of all time.

Yeah, Scarlett OHara and I have a ton in common.

Youll see, he said, chuckling. Theres a fair bit of life still ahead of you, missy.

She looked at him. Do you think Ill be pretty when I grow up?

Ah, Katie, he said. Youre a rare beauty already.

She took those words and tucked them in her pocket like worry stones,- every now and again as she got ready for school she felt them, turned them around in her fingers.

By the time she was dressed and ready to go, the house was empty. The Mularkey family bus had left the station.

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She was so nervous she arrived at the bus stop early. Every minute that passed seemed to last an eternity, but there was still no sign of Tully when the school bus drove up and came to a shuddering stop.

Kate dropped her chin and took a seat in the first row.

All through morning classes, she looked for Tully, but didnt see her. At lunch she hurried past the crowd of popular kids, who were busy cutting to the front of the food line whenever they felt like it, and sat down at one of the long tables at the very end of the cafeteria. On the other side of the room, kids were laughing and talking and shoving each other,- these tables in social Siberia were sadly quiet, though. Kate, like the others seated around her, rarely looked up.

It was a survival skill the unpopular kids learned early.- junior high was like the jungles of Vietnam,- it was best to crouch low and keep quiet. So intent was she on her lunch that when someone came up to her and said, Hey, she practically jumped out of her seat.

Tully.

Even on this cool May day, she wore a cut-to-there miniskirt, white go-go boots, shiny black panty hose, and a tube top. Several peacesymbol necklaces bounced against her cleavage. Her hair glinted with copper streaks in the light. A huge macrame-knot purse hung against her thigh. Have you told anyone about last night?

No. Of course not.

So, were friends, right?

Kate didnt know which surprised her more: the question or the vulnerability in Tullys eyes. Were friends.

^Excellent. Tully pulled a package of Twinkies out of her purse, then sat down beside Kate. Now lets talk about makeup. You need help, and Im not being a bitch. Really. I just know about fashion. Its a gift. Can I drink your milk? Good. Thanks. Are you gonna eat that banana? I could come to your house after school …

Kate stood outside the drugstore looking up and down the street for someone who might know her mom. Are you sure about this?

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Absolutely.

The answer was slim comfort, actually. In the day theyd officially been friends, Kate had learned one thing about Tully: she was a girl who made Plans.

And todays plan was to make Kate beautiful.

Dont you trust me?

There it was, the big question. It was like rolling a Yahtzee: once Tully said it, Kate lost the game. She had to trust her new friend. Of course I do. Its just that Im not allowed to wear makeup.

Believe me, Im such an expert your mom will never know. Come on.

Tully walked boldly through the drugstore, choosing eye shadow and blush colors that were right for Kate, and thenamazinglyshe paid for everything. When Kate said something, Tully said airily, Were friends, arent we?

On the way out of the store, Tully bumped her, shoulder to shoulder.

Kate giggled and bumped her back. They made their way through town and followed the river toward home. All the while, they talked about clothes and music and school. Finally, they turned off the old road and went down Tullys driveway.

My gran would freak if she saw this place, Tully said, looking emŤ._ barrassed. Rhodies the size of hot-air balloons covered the side of the house. She owns this house, you know.

Does she visit you?

Nah. Its easier to wait.

For what?

My mom to forget about me again. Tully stepped over a mound of newspapers and around a trio of garbage cans, then opened the door. Inside, the smoke in the room was thick.

Tullys mom was in the living room, lying on the sofa, with her eyes half opened.

H-hello, Mrs. Hart, Kate said. Im Kate from next door.

Mrs. Hart tried to sit up, but obviously she was too weak to manage it. Hello, girl from nex door.

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Tully grabbed Kates hand and pulled her through the living room and into her bedroom, then slammed the door shut. She immediately went to her stack of records, pulled out Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, and put it on the turntable. When the music started up, she tossed Kate a Tiger Beat and dragged a chair over to the vanity. You ready?

Kates nervousness came swooping back. She knew shed get in trouble for this, but how would she ever make friends or become popular if she didnt take a few risks? Im ready.

Good. Sit down. Well do your hair first. It needs some highlights. This is exactly what Maureen McCormick uses.

Kate looked at Tully in the mirror. How do you know that?

I read it in last months Teen magazine.

Im guessing she goes to professionals. Kate opened the Tiger Beat and tried to concentrate on the article (Jack Wilds Dream DateIt Could Be You!).

Take that back. I read the instructions twice.

Is there any chance Im going to end up bald?

Hardly any. Now be quiet. Im reading the instructions again.

Tully separated Kates hair into strips and began spraying Sun-In onto the pieces. It took almost an hour to get it done to her satisfaction. You are going to look like Marcia Brady when Im done.

Whats it like, being popular? Kate hadnt meant to ask the question,- it just slipped out.

Youll see. But youll stay my friend, wont you? \ Kate laughed at that. Very funny. Hey, that sort of burns.

Xfleally? That cant be good. And some of your hair is falling out.

Kate managed not to make a face. If going bald was the price of being Tullys friend, shed pay it.

Tully reached for the blow dryer and turned it on, blasting Kates hair with heat.

I got my period, Tully yelled. So at least assface didnt knock me up.

Kate heard the bravado in her friends voice and saw it in her eyes. I prayed for you.

You did? Tully asked. Wow. Thanks.

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Kate didnt know what to say to that. To her, praying was like brushing your teeth before bed, just something you did.

Tully clicked off the dryer and smiled, but she looked worried again. Maybe it was the smell of burning hair. Okay. Take a shower and rinse it out.

Kate did as she was told. A few minutes later, she got out of the shower, dried off, and got dressed again.

Tully immediately grabbed her hand and led her back to the chair. Is your hair falling out?

Some is, she admitted.

If youre bald, Ill shave my head. Promise. Tully combed and dried Kates hair.

Kate couldnt look. She closed her eyes and let Tallys voice meld into the whine of the dryer.

Open your eyes.

Kate looked up slowly. At this distance, she didnt need her glasses, but force of habit made her lean forward. The girl in the mirror had straight streaked blond hair, parted with precision and dried perfectly. For once it looked soft and pretty instead of thin and lank. The white highlights showed off her leaf-green eyes and the hint of pink on her lips. She looked almost pretty. Wow, she said, too choked up with gratitude to say more.

Wait till you see what mascara and blush can do, Tully said, and concealer for those zits on your forehead.

Ill always be your friend, Kate said, thinking shed whispered the promise, but when Tully grinned, she knew shed been heard.

Good. Now lets go on the makeup. Have you seen my razor?

What do you need a razor for?

Your eyebrows, silly. Oh, there it is. Close your eyes.

Kate didnt think twice. Okay.

Kate didnt even bother to hide her face when she came into the house. That was how confident she felt. For the first time ever, she knew she was beautiful.

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Her dad was in the living room, sitting in his La-Z-Boy. At Kates entrance, he looked up. Good Lord, he said, clanking his drink down on the French provincial end table. Margie!

Mom came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. She wore her school-day uniform: striped rust and olive polyester blouse, brown corduroy bellbottoms, and a wrinkled apron that read: A WOMANS PLACE IS IN THE HOUSE … AND THE SENATE. When she saw Kate, she stopped. Slowly, she untied her apron and tossed it on the table.

The sudden quiet brought Sean and the dog running into the room, tripping over each other. Katie looks like a skunk, Sean said. Pee-ew.

Go wash your hands for dinner, Mom said sharply. Now, she added when he didnt leave.

Sean grumbled and went upstairs.

Did you give her permission to do that to her hair, Margie? Dad said from the living room.

Ill handle this, Bud, Mom said, frowning at Kate as she crossed the room. The girl across the street do this to you?

Kate nodded, trying to hold on to the memory of feeling pretty.

Do you like it?

Yes.

Well. Me, too, then. I remember when your Aunt Georgia dyed my hair red. Grandma Peet was livid. She smiled. But you should have asked. Youre still young, Kathleen, no matter what you girls want to be true. Now, what have you done to your eyebrows?

Tully shaved them. Just to give them shape.

Mom tried not to smile. I see. Well, plucking is really the way to go. I should have taught you how already, but I thought you were too youngs She looked around for her cigarettes. Finding them on the table, she flipped one out and lit up. After dinner, Ill show you how. And I suppose a little lip gloss and mascara would be all right for school. Ill show you how to make it look more natural.

Kate hugged her mom. I love you.

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glad you made a friend, but no more breaking the rules, okay? Thats how young girls get into trouble.

Kate couldnt help thinking of the high school party Tully had gone to. Okay, Mom.

Within a week, Kate became cool by association. Kids raved over her new look and didnt turn away from her in the halls. Being a friend of Tully Harts meant she was okay.

Even her parents noticed the difference. At dinner, Kate wasnt her usual quiet self. Instead, she couldnt shut up. Story after story spilled out of her. Who was dating whom, who won at tetherball, who got detention for wearing a MAKE LOVE, NOT WAR T-shirt to school, where Tully got her hair cut (in Seattle by a guy named Gene Juarezhow cool was that?), and what movie was playing at the drive-in this weekend. She was still talking about Tully after dinner, while she and Mom did the dishes.

I cant wait for you to meet her. Shes super cool. Everyone likes her, even the heads.

Heads?

Druggies? Stoners?

Oh. Mom took the glass meatloaf pan from her and dried it. Ive … asked around about this girl, Katie. She tries to buy cigarettes from Alma at the drugstore.

Shes probably buying them for her mom.

Mom set the dry pan down on the speckled Formica counter. Just do me a favor, Katie. You think for yourself around Tully Hart. I wouldnt want you to follow her into trouble.

Kate threw the crocheted dishrag in the soapy water. I cant believe you. What about all your take-a-risk speeches? For years you tell me to make friends, and the second I find someone, you call her a slut.

I hardly called her a

Kate stormed out of the kitchen. With each step she expected her mother to call her back and ground her, but silence followed her dramatic exit.

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Upstairs, she went into her room and slammed the door for effect. Then she sat down on her bed and waited. When Mom came in shed be sorry,- for once Kate had been the strong one.

But Mom didnt show, and by ten oclock, Kate was starting to feel sort of bad. Had she hurt her moms feeli.igs? She got up, paced the small room.

There was a knock at the door.

She raced over to the bed and climbed in, trying to look bored. Yeah?

The door opened slowly. Mom stood there, wearing the floor-length red velour robe theyd gotten her for Christmas last year. May I come in?

Like I could stop you.

You could, Mom said quietly. May I come in?

Kate shrugged, but scooted to the left to make room for her mom.

You know, Katie, life is

Kate couldnt help groaning. Not another life-is speech.

Mom surprised her by laughing. Okay, no more speeches. Maybe youre too old for that. She paused at the altar on the dresser. You havent made one of these since Georgia was in chemo. Who needs our prayers?

Tullys mom has cancer and she was ra She snapped her mouth shut, horrified by what shed nearly revealed. For most of her life shed told her mother everything; now she had a best friend, though, so shed need to be careful.

Mom sat down on the bed beside Kate, just as they did after every fight. Cancer? Thats quite a load for a girl your age to carry.

Tully seems cool with it.

Does she?

She seems cool with everything, Kate said, unable to keep the pride out of her voice.

How so?

You wouldnt understand.

Im too old, huh?

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I didnt say that.

Mom smoothed the hair off Kates forehead in a touch that was as familiar as breathing. Kate always felt five years old when her mom did that. Im sorry you thought I was judging your friend.

You should be.

And youre sorry for being so mean to me, right?

Kate couldnt help smiling. Yeah.

Ill tell you what: Why dont you invite Tully over for dinner Friday night?

Youll love her. I know you will.

Im sure I will, Mom said, kissing her forehead. Night.

Night, Mom.

Long after her mother had left and the house had gone quiet for the night, Kate lay there, too wound up to sleep. She couldnt wait to invite Tully for dinner. Afterward, they could watch I Dream of Jeannie, or play Operation, or practice putting on makeup. Maybe Tully would even want to spend the night. They could

Tap.

talk about boys and kissing and

Tap.

Kate sat up. That wasnt a bird on the roof or a mouse in the walls.

Tap.

It was a small rock, hitting the glass!

She threw the covers back and hurried to the window, shoving it open.

Tully was in her backyard, holding a bike beside her. Come on down, she said, much too loudly, making a hurry gesture with her hand.

You want me to sneak out?

Uh. Duh.

Kate had never done anything like this, but she couldnt act like a nerd now. Cool kids broke the rules and sneaked out of the house. Everyone knew that. Everyone knew, too, that trouble could follow. And this was exactly what her mom had been talking about.

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You think jor yourself around Tully Hart.

Kate didnt care about that. What mattered was Tully.

Im on my way. Closing the window, she looked around for clothes. Fortunately, her overalls were in the corner, folded neatly beneath a black sweatshirt. She slipped out of her old Scooby-Doo jammies and dressed quickly, then crept down the hall. As she passed her parents bedroom, her heart was pounding so fast she felt light-headed. The stairs creaked ominously with every footfall, but finally she made it.

At the back door she paused just long enough to think, I could get in trouble for this, and then she opened the door.

Tully was there, waiting. Beside her was the most amazing bike Kate had ever seen. It had curly handlebars, a tiny kidney-shaped seat on a platform, and a bunch of cables and wires. Wow, she said. It would take a lot of berry-picking money to get a bike like that.

Its a ten-speed, Tully said. My grandma gave it to me last Christmas. You want to ride it?

No way. Kate closed the door quietly behind her. In the carport she found her old pink bicycle with the U-shaped handlebars, flowerdecaled banana seat, and white wicker basket. It was hopelessly uncool; a little girls bike.

Tully didnt even seem to notice. They mounted up and rode down the wet, bumpy driveway to the paved road. There, they veered left and kept going. At Summer Hill, Tully said, Watch this. Do what I do.

They crested the hill as if they were flying. Kates hair whipped back from her head,- tears stung her eyes. All around them black trees whispered in the breeze. Stars glittered in the velvet black sky.

Tully leaned back and put her arms out. Laughing, she glanced at Kate. Try it.

I cant. Were going too fast.

Thats the point.

Its dangerous.

Come on. Let go, Katie. God hates a coward. Then, quietly, she added, Trust me.

Now Kate had no choice. Trust was part of being friends, and Tully

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wouldnt hang out with a chicken. Come on, she said to herself, trying to sound stern.

Taking a deep breath, she said a prayer and eased her arms out.

She was flying, sailing through the night sky, down the hill. The air smelled of the riding stable nearby, of horses and sweet hay. She heard Tully laughing beside her, but before she could even smile, something went wrong. Her front tire hit a rock,- the bike bucked like a Brahman bull and twisted sideways, catching Tullys tire in its arc.

She screamed, reached for the handlebars, but it was too late. She was in the air, really flying this time. The pavement rushed up, smacked her hard, and she skidded across it, landing in a heap in a muddy ditch.

Tully rolled across the asphalt and slammed into her. The bikes clattered to the ground.

Dazed, Kate stared up at the night sky. Every part of her hurt. Her left ankle might be broken. It felt swollen, tender. She could feel where the road had ripped off her skin in patches.

That was incredible, Tully said, laughing.

Are you kidding? We could have been killed.

Exactly.

Kate winced in pain as she tried to get up. We should get out of this ditch. A car could come along

But wasnt that cool? Wait till we tell the kids about this.

The kids at school. This would be a story, and Kate would be one of the stars in it. People would listen raptly, ooh and aah, say things like, You sneaked out? Summer Hill without hands? Its gotta be a lie …

And suddenly Kate was laughing, too.

They helped each other to their feet and retrieved their bikes. By the time they were across the road, Kate barely noticed where she was hurt. She felt like a different girl suddenlybolder, braver, willing to try anything. So what if trouble followed a night like this? What was a sprained ankle or a bloody knee next to an adventure? For the past two years shed followed all the rules and stayed home on weekend nights. No more.

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They left their bikes by the side of the road and limped toward the river. In the moonlight, everything looked milky and beautifulthe silvery waves, the jagged rocks along the shore.

Tully sat down by a decaying, moss-covered nurse log in a place where the grass was as thick as shag carpeting.

Kate sat down beside her, so close their knees were almost touching. Together they stared up at the star-spangled sky. The song of the river floated toward them, sounded like a young girls laugh. Just now, with the world so still and silent, it was as if the breeze had drawn in its cool breath and left them all alone in this place that until right now had been just another bend in a river that flooded every autumn.

I wonder who named our street, Tully said. I havent seen any fireflies.

Kate shrugged. Over by the old bridge is Missouri Street. Maybe some pioneer was homesick. Or lost.

Or maybe its magic. This could be a magical street. Tully turned toward her. That could mean we were meant to be friends.

Kate shivered at the power of that. Before you moved here, I thought it was just a road that went nowhere.

Now its our road.

We can go all kinds of places when we grow up.

Places dont matter, Tully said.

Kate heard something in her friends voice, a sadness she didnt understand. She turned sideways. Tully was staring up at the sky.

Are you thinking about your mom? Kate asked tentatively.

I try not to think about her. There was a long pause, then she dug into her pocket for a Virginia Slims cigarette and lit up.

Kate was careful not to make a face about the smoking.

You want a drag?

Kate knew she had no choice. Uh. Sure.

If my mom were normalnot sick, I meanI could have told her about what happened to me at the party.

Kate took a tiny drag, coughed hard, and said, Do you think about it a lot?

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Tully leaned back against the log, taking the cigarette again. After a long pause, she said, I have nightmares about it.

Kate wished she knew what to say. What about your dad? Can you talk to him?

Tully wouldnt look at her. I dont think she even knows who he is. Her voice fell. Or he heard about me and ran.

Thats harsh.

Life is harsh. Besides, I dont need them. Ive got you, Katie. Youre the one that helped me through it.

Kate smiled. The sharp tang of smoke filled the air between them, stung her eyes, but she didnt care. What mattered was being here, with her new best friend. Thats what friends are for.

That next night Tully was on the last chapter of The Outsiders when she heard her mother yelling through the house. Tully! Answer the damn door.

She slammed the book down and went out into the living room, where her mother sat sprawled on the sofa, taking a bong hit as she watched Happy Days.

Youre right by the door.

Her mother shrugged. So?

Hide your bong.

Sighing dramatically, Cloud leaned over and put her bong beneath the end table beside the couch. Only a blind person would miss it, but that was as good as Cloud was likely to do.

Tully smoothed the hair away from her face and opened the door.

A small, dark-haired woman stood there, holding a foil-covered casserole dish. Electric-blue eye shadow accentuated her brown eyes, and rose-hued blushapplied with too heavy a handcreated the illusion of sharp cheekbones in her round face. You must be Tully, the woman said in a voice that was higher somehow than expected. It was a girls voice, full of enthusiasm, and it matched the sparkle in her eyes. Im Kates mom. Sorry to come without calling, but your line has been busy.

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Tully pictured the phone by her mothers bed off the hook. Oh.

I brought you and your mom a tuna casserole for dinner. I imagine she doesnt feel much like cooking. My sister had cancer a few years ago, so I know the drill. She smiled and stood there. Finally, her smile faded. Are you going to invite me in?

Tully froze. This is going to be bad, she thought. Urn … sure.

Thank you. Mrs. Mularkey moved past her and went into the house.

Cloud lay on the sofa, sort of spread-eagled, she had a pile of marijuana on her stomach. Smiling blearily, she tried to sit up and failed. The failure made her shoot out a few swear words and then laugh. The whole house reeked of pot.

Mrs. Mularkey came to a stop. Confusion pleated her forehead. Im Margie from next door, she said.

Im Cloud, Tullys mother said, trying again to sit up. Its cool to meet you.

And you.

For a terrible, awkward moment, they just stared at each other. Tully had no doubt at all that Mrs. Mularkeys sharp eyes saw everything the bong under the end table, the bag of Maui-wowie on the floor, the overturned, empty wineglass, and the pizza boxes on the table. Also, I wanted to let you know that Cm home most days, and Id be happy to drive you to the doctors office or run errands. I know how chemo can make you feel.

Cloud frowned blearily. Whos got cancer?

Mrs. Mularkey turned to look at Tully, who wanted to curl up and die.

Tully, show our cool neighbor with the food where the kitchen is.

Tully practically ran for the kitchen. In that pink hell, junk food wrappers covered the table, dirty dishes clogged the sink, and overflowing ashtrays were everywhere,- more evidence of her pathetic life for her best friends mother to see.

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onto the rack, then shut the door with her hip and then turned to study Tully. My Katie is a good girl, she said at last.

Here it comes. Yes, maam.

Shes been praying for your mother to recover from her cancer. She even has a little altar set up in her room.

Tully looked at the floor, too ashamed to answer. How could she explain why shed lied? No answer would be good enough, not for a mother like Mrs. Mularkey, who loved her kids. At that, a wave of jealousy joined the shame running through her. Maybe if Tully had had a mother who loved her she wouldnt find it so easyso necessaryto lie in the first place. And now shed lose the one thing that mattered to her: Katie.

Do you think lying to your friends is okay?

No, maam. So intently was she staring at the floor that she was startled by a gentle touch on her chin that forced her to look up.

Are you going to be a good friend to Kate? Or the kind that leads her to trouble?

Id never hurt Katie. Tully wanted to say more, maybe fall to her knees and swear to be a good person, but she was so close to tears she didnt dare move. She stared into Mrs. Mularkeys dark eyes and saw something she never expected: understanding.

In the living room, Cloud stumbled over to the television and changed the channel. Tully could see the screen through the rubble of the messy room: Jean Enersen was reporting on the days top story.

You do it, dont you? Mrs. Mularkey said quietly, as if she worried that Cloud might be eavesdropping. Pay the bills, grocery-shop, clean the house. Who pays for everything?

Tully swallowed hard. No one had ever seen through her life so clearly before. My grandmother sends a check every week.

My dad was a fall-down drunk and the whole town knew it, Mrs. Mularkey said in a soft voice that matched the look in her eyes. He was mean, too. Friday and Saturday nights, my sister, Georgia, would have to go to the tavern and drag him home. All the way outojLtheJaar

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hed be smacking her and calling her names. She was like one of those rodeo clowns, always stepping between the bull and the cowboy. By the end of my junior year I figured out why she ran with the fast crowd and drank too much.

She didnt want people to look at her like she was pitiful.

Mrs. Mularkey nodded. She hated that look. What matters, though, isnt other people. Thats what I learned. Who your mom is and how she lives her life isnt a reflection of you. You can make your own choices. And theres nothing for you to be ashamed of. But youll have to dream big, Tully. She glanced through the open door to the living room. Like that Jean Enersen on the TV there. A woman who gets to a place like that in her life knows how to go after what she wants.

How do I know what I want?

You keep your eyes open and do the right thing. Go to college. And trust your friends.

I do trust Kate.

So youll tell her the truth?

What if I just promise

One of us is going to tell her, Tully. It should be you.

Tully took a deep breath and released it. Though telling the truth went against every instinct she had, she had no choice, really. She wanted Mrs. Mularkey to be proud of her. Okay.

Good. So Ill see you for dinner tomorrow night. Five oclock. Itll be your chance to start over.

The next night, Tully changed her clothes at least four times, trying to find exactly the right outfit. By the time she was actually ready, she was so late that she had to run all the way across the street and up the hill.

Kates mom opened the door. She wore a pair of purple gabardine bellbottoms and a striped V-neck sweater with angel sleeves. Smiling, she said, I warn you, its loud and crazy in here.

I love loud and crazy, Tully said.

Then youll fit right in. Mrs. Mularkey put an arm around Tullys

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shoulder and led her toward the beige-walled living room with its moss-green shag carpeting, bright red sofa, and black recliner. A small gold-framed photo of Jesus and another of Elvis were the only decorations on the walls, but dozens of family pictures cluttered the top of the console TV. Tully couldnt help thinking of the TV in her house,- its top was covered with overflowing ashtrays and empty cigarette packs, but no family photos.

Bud? Mrs. Mularkey said to the beefy, dark-haired man sitting in the recliner. This is Tully Hart from next door.

Mr. Mularkey smiled at her and put down his drink. Well, well. So youre the one weve been hearin about. Its nice to have you here, Tully.

Its nice to be here.

Mrs. Mularkey patted her shoulder. Dinners not till six. Katies upstairs in her room. Its the one at the very top of the stairs. Im sure you girls have plenty to talk about.

Tully got the message and nodded, unable to rouse her voice. Now that she was here, in this warm house that smelled of home-cooked meals, standing shoulder to shoulder with the worlds most perfect mom, she couldnt imagine losing it all, becoming unwelcome. Ill never lie to her again, she promised.

Good. Now go. With a last smile, Mrs. Mularkey walked into the living room.

Mr. Mularkey put an arm around his wife and drew her into the La-Z-Boy with him. Immediately they bent their heads together.

Tully felt a longing so sharp and unexpected, she couldnt move. Everything would have been different for her if shed had a family like this. She didnt want to turn away from it just yet. Are you watching the news?

Mr. Mularkey looked up. We never miss it.

Mrs. Mularkey smiled. Jean Enersen is changing the world. Shes one of the first women to anchor a nightly news program.

Im going to be a reporter, Tully said suddenly.

Thats wonderful, Mr. Mularkey said.

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There you are, Kate said suddenly, coming up beside her. Nice of everyone to tell me you were here, she said loudly.

I was just telling your mom and dad that Im going to be a news reporter, Tully said.

Mrs. Mularkey beamed at that. In her smile, Tully saw everything that had been missing in her life. Isnt that a grand dream, Katie?

Kate looked confused for a moment. Then she hooked her arm through Tullys and pulled her away from the living room and up the stairs. In her small attic bedroom, Kate went to the record player and flipped through a small stack of records. By the time shed chosen oneCarole Kings Tapestryand put it on, Tully was at the window, staring out at the lavender evening.

The surge of adrenaline shed gotten from her announcement faded, leaving a quiet kind of sadness behind. She knew what she had to do now, but the thought of it made her sick.

Tell her the truth.

Ijyou dont, Mrs. Mularkey will.

I got the new Seventeen and Tiger Beat, Kate said, stretching out on the blue shag carpeting. You want to read em? We can take the Can You Be Tony DeFrancos Girlfriend? quiz.

Tully lay down beside her. Sure.

Jan-Michael Vincent is so foxy, Kate said, flipping to a picture of the actor.

I heard he lied to his girlfriend, Tully said, daring a sideways glance.

I hate liars. Kate turned the page. Are you really going to be a news reporter? You never told me that.

Yeah, Tully said, really imagining it for the first time. Maybe she could be famous. Then everyone would admire her. Youll have to be one, too, though. Cause we do everything together.

Me?

Well be a team like Woodward and Bernstein, only with better clothes. And prettier.

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Tully bumped her. Yes, you do. Mrs. Ramsdale told the whole class that youre an excellent writer.

Kate laughed. Thats true. Okay. Ill be a reporter, too.

When we get famous, well tell Mike Wallace we couldnt have done it without each other.

After that, they fell silent, flipping through the magazines. Tully tried twice to bring up the subject of her mother, but both times Kate interrupted her, and then someone was yelling, Dinner, and her chance for coming clean had slipped away.

All through the best meal of her life, she felt the weight of her lie. By the time theyd cleared the table and washed and dried the dishes, she was stretched to the breaking point. Even dreaming about fame on television couldnt ease her nerves.

Hey, Mom, Kate said, putting away the last white CorningWare plate, Tully and me are going to ride our bikes down to the park, okay?

Tully and I, her mother answered, reaching down into the magazine pouch of the La-Z-Boys arm for the TV guide. And be back by eight.

Aww, Mom

Eight, her father said from the living room.

Kate looked at Tully. They treat me like Im a baby.

You dont know how lucky you are. Come on, lets get our bikes.

They rode at a breakneck speed down the bumpy county road, laughing all the way. At Summer Hill, Tully flung her arms out and Kate followed.

When they got to the river park, they ditched their bikes in the trees and lay on the grass, side by side, staring up at the sky, listening to the river gurgling against the rocks.

I have something to tell you, Tully said in a rush.

What?

My mom doesnt have cancer. Shes a pothead.

Your mom smokes dope. Yeah, right.

Its true. Shes always high.

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Kate turned to her. Really?

Really.

You lied to me?

Tully could barely maintain eye contact, she was so ashamed. I didnt mean to.

People dont lie accidentally. Its not like tripping over a crack in the sidewalk.

You dont know how it feels to be embarrassed by your mom.

Are you kidding? You should have seen what my mom wore out to dinner last

No, Tully said. You dont know.

Tell me.

Tully knew what Kate was asking of her,- she wanted the truth that had spawned the lie, but Tully didnt know if she could do it, turn all her pain into words and pass them out like cards. All her life shed kept these secrets close. If she told Kate the reality and then lost her as a friend, it would be unbearable.

Then again, if she didnt tell the truth, shed lose the friendship for sure.

I was two years old, she finally said, when my mom first dumped me at my grandparents house. She went to town for milk and came back when I was four. When I was ten, she showed up again and I thought it meant she loved me. That time she let go of me in a crowd. The next time I saw her I was fourteen. My grans letting us live in this house and sending us money every week. Thatll last until my mom bails againwhich she will do.

I dont understand.

Of course you dont. My mom isnt like yours. This is the longest amount of time Ive ever spent with her. Sooner or later shell get bored and move on without me.

How can a mother do that?

Tully shrugged. I think theres something wrong with me.

Theres nothing wrong with you. Shes the loser. But I still dont get why you lied to me.

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Tully finally looked at her. I wanted you to like me.

You were worried about me? Kate burst out laughing. Tully was just about to ask her what was so funny when she sobered and said, No more lies, right?

Absolutely.

Well be best friends forever, Kate said earnestly. Okay?

You mean youll always be there for me?

Always, Kate answered. No matter what.

Tully felt an emotion open up inside her like some exotic flower. She could practically smell its honeyed scent in the air. For the first time in her life, she felt totally safe with someone. Forever, she promised. No matter what.

Kate would always remember the summer after eighth grade as one of the best times of her life. Every weekday, she rushed through her morning chores without complaint and babysat her brother until three oclock, when her mom came home from running errands and volunteering on the

4-H council. After that, Kate was free. Weekends were, for the most part, her own.

She and Tully rode their bikes all over the valley and spent hours inner-tubing down the Pilchuck River. In the late afternoons, they stretched out on tiny towels, wearing neon-colored crocheted bikinis, their skin slick with a mixture of baby oil and iodine, listening to Top

40 music on the transistor radio they never left behind. They talked about everything: fashion, music, boys, the war and what was still going on over there, what it would be like to be a reporting duo, movies. Nothing was off-limits,- no question couldnt be volleyed over the net. Now it was late August and they were in Kates bedroom, packing makeup for their trip to the fair. As usual, Kate had to change clothes and put on makeup after she left the house. If she wanted to look cool, anyway. Her mom still thought she was too young for everything. You got your tube top? Tully asked.

Got it.

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Grinning at their own brilliant plan, they headed downstairs, where Dad was sitting on the sofa, watching television.

Were going to the fair now, Kate said, thankful that her mother wasnt here. Mom would notice the bag that was too big for the county fair. Her X-ray vision would probably see through the macrame exterior to the clothes, shoes, and makeup within.

Be careful, you two, he said without looking up.

It was what he always said now, ever since girls had started disappearing in Seattle. The news was calling the killer Ted these days because some girl at Lake Sammamish State Park had actually gotten away and given a description and his first name to the police. Girls all across the state were terrified. You couldnt see a yellow VW bug without worrying that it was Teds car.

Well be super careful, Tully said, smiling. She loved it when Kates parents worried about them.

Kate crossed the room to kiss her dad goodbye. He curled an arm around her and handed her a ten-dollar bill. Have fun.

Thanks, Daddy.

She and Tully headed down the driveway, swinging their bags beside them.

Do you think Kenny Markson will be at the fair? Kate asked.

You worry too much about boys.

Kate bumped her friend, hip to hip. He has a crush on you.

Big whoop. Im taller.

Suddenly Tully stopped.

Jeez, Tully, be a spaz, why dontcha? I almost fell over

Oh, no, Tully whispered.

Whats the matter?

Then she noticed the police car parked in Tullys driveway.

Tully grabbed Kates hand and practically dragged her down the driveway, across the street, and to the front door, which stood open.

A policeman was waiting for them in the living room.

When he saw them, his fleshy face pleated into clownlike folds. Hello, girls. Im Officer Dan Myers.

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What did she do this time? Tully asked.

There was a spotted owl protest up by Lake Quinault that got out of hand yesterday. Your mother and several others staged a sit-in that cost Weyerhaeuser a full days work. Worse, someone dropped a cigarette in the woods. He paused. They just got the fire under control.

Let me guess: shes going to jail.

Her lawyer is seeking voluntary treatment for dxug addiction. If shes lucky, shell be in the hospital for a while. If not \ . . He let the sentence trail off.

Has someone called my grandmother?

The officer nodded. Shes expecting you. Do you need help packing?

Kate didnt understand what was happening. She turned to her friend. Tully?

There was a terrible blankness in Tullys brown eyes, and Kate knew that this was big, whatever it was. I have to go back to my grandmas, Tully said, then she walked past Kate and went into her bedroom.

Kate ran after her. You cant go!

Tully pulled a suitcase out of the closet and flipped it open. I dont have any choice.

Ill make your mother come back. Ill tell her

Tully paused in her packing and looked at Kate. You cant fix this, she said softly, sounding like a grown-up, tired and broken. For the first time, Kate understood the stories about Tullys loser mom. Theyd laughed about Cloud, made jokes about her drug use and her fashion sense and her various stories, but it wasnt funny. And Tully had known this would happen.

Promise me, Tully said, her voice cracking, that well always be best friends.

Always, was all Kate could say.

Tully finished packing and locked up her suitcase. Saying nothing, she headed back to the living room. On the radio American Pie was playing, and Kate wondered if shed ever be able to listen to that song again without remembering this moment. The day the music died. She

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followed Tully out to the driveway. There, they clung to each other until Officer Dan gently pulled Tully away.

Kate couldnt even wave goodbye. She just stood there in the driveway, numb, with tears streaming down her cheeks, watching her best friend leave.

CHAPTER SIX

For the next three years, they wrote letters faithfully back and forth. It became more than a tradition and something of a lifeline. Every Sunday evening, Tully sat down at the white desk in her lavender and pink little-girls room and spilled her thoughts and dreams and worries and frustrations onto a sheet of notebook paper. Sometimes she wrote about things that didnt matterthe Farrah Fawcett haircut shed gotten that made her look foxy or the Gunny Sax dress she wore to the junior prombut every now and then she went deeper and told Katie about the times she couldnt sleep or the way she dreamed of her mother coming back and saying she was proud of her. When her grandfather died, it was Kate to whom Tully turned. She hadnt cried for him until she got the phone call from her best friend that began with, Oh, Tul, Im so sorry. For the first time in her life, Tully didnt lie or embellish (well, not too much),- she was mostly just herself, and that was good enough for Kate.

Now it was the summer of 1977. In a few short months theyd be seniors, ruling their separate schools.

And today was the day Tully had been working toward for months. Finally, she was going to actually step onto the road Mrs. Mularkey had shown her all those years ago.

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The next Jean Enersen.

The words had become her mantra, a secret code that housed the enormity of her dream and made it sound possible. The seeds of it, planted so long ago in the kitchen of the Snohomish house, had sprouted wildly and sent roots deep into her heart. She hadnt realized how much shed needed a dream, but it had transformed her, changed her from poor motherless and abandoned Tully to a girl poised to take on the world. The goal made her life story unimportant, gave her something to reach for, to hang on to. And it made Mrs. Mularkey proud,- she knew that from their letters. She knew, too, that Kate shared this dream. They would be reporters together, tracking down stories and writing them up. A team.

She stood on the sidewalk, staring at the building in front of her, feeling like a bank robber staring at Fort Knox.

Surprisingly, the ABC affiliate, despite its clout and glory, was in a small building in the Denny Regrade section of town. There was no view to speak of, no impressive wall of windows or expensive art-filled lobby. Rather, there was an L-shaped desk, a pretty-enough receptionist, and a trio of mustard-yellow molded plastic lobby chairs.

Tully took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and went inside. At the receptionists desk, she gave her name, and then took a seat along the wall. She made sure not to fidget or tap her feet during the long wait for her interview.

You never knew who was watching.

Ms. Hart? the receptionist finally said, looking up. Hell see you now.

Tully gave her a poised, camera-ready smile and stood up. Thank you. She followed the receptionist through the doors to another waiting area.

There, she came face to face with the man to whom shed been writing weekly for almost a year.

Hello, Mr. Rorbach. She shook his hand. Its excellent to finally meet you.

He looked tired,- older than shed expected, too. There were only a

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handful of reddish gray hairs growing on his shiny head, and none of them were where they should be. The pale blue leisure suit he wore was decorated with white topstitching. Come into my office, Miss Hart.

Ms. Hart, she said. It was always better to start off on the right foot. Gloria Steinem said youd never get respect if you didnt demand it. p>

Mr. Rorbach blinked at her. Excuse me? \

Ill answer to Ms. Hart, if you dont mind, which Im sure you dont. How could anyone with a degree in English literature from Georgetown be resistant to change? Im certain youre on the cutting edge of social consciousness. I can see it in your eyes. I like your glasses, by the way.

He stared at her, his mouth hanging open the slightest bit before he seemed to remember where he was. Follow me, Ms. Hart. He led her down the bland white hallway to the last fake wood door on the left, which he opened.

His office was a small corner space, with a window that looked directly at the monorails elevated cement track. The walls were completely bare.

Tully sat on the black fold-up chair positioned in front of his desk.

Mr. Rorbach took his seat and stared at her. One hundred and

twelve letters, Ms. Hart. He patted the thick manila file folder on his desk.

Hed saved all the letters shed sent. That must mean something. She pulled her newest resume out of the briefcase and set it on his desk. As Im sure youll notice, the high school paper has repeatedly put my work on its front page. Additionally Ive included an in-depth piece on the Guatemalan earthquake, an update on Karen Ann Quinlan, and a heart-wrenching look at Freddie Prinzes last days. Theyll surely showcase my ability.

Youre seventeen years old.

Yes.

Next month youll start your senior year of high school.

All those letters had worked. He knew everything about her. Exactly.

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I think thats an interesting story angle, by the way. Going in to senior year,- watching the class of 78. Maybe we could do monthly features about what really goes on behind the doors of a local high school. Im sure your viewers

Ms. Hart. He steepled his fingers and rested his chin on the tips, looking at her. She got the impression he was trying not to smile.

Yes, Mr. Rorbach?

This is the ABC affiliate, for gosh sakes. We dont hire high school kids.

But you have interns.

From UW and other colleges. Our interns know their way around a TV station. Most of them have already worked on their campus broadcasts. Im sorry, but youre just not ready.

Oh.

They stared at each other.

Ive been at this job a long time, Ms. Hart, and Ive rarely seen anyone as full of ambition as you. He patted the folder of her letters again. Ill tell you what, you keep sending me your writing. Ill keep an eye out for you.

So when Im ready to be a reporter, youll hire me?

He laughed. You just send me the articles. And get good grades and go to college, okay? Then well see.

Tully felt energized again. Ill send you an update once a month. Youll hire me someday, Mr. Rorbach. Youll see.

I wouldnt bet against you, Ms. Hart.

They talked for a few more moments, and then Mr. Rorbach showed her out of his office. On the way to the stairs, he stopped at the trophy case, where dozens of Emmys and other news awards glinted golden in the light.

Ill win an Emmy someday, she said, touching the glass with her fingertips. She refused to let herself be wounded by this setback, and that was all it was: a setback.

You know what, Tallulah Hart, I believe you. Now go off to high school and enjoy your senior year. Real life comes fast enough.

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Outside, it looked like a postcard of Seattle,- the kind of blue-skied, cloudless, picture-perfect day that lured out-of-towners into selling their homes in duller, less spectacular places and moving here. If only they knew how rare these days were. Like a rocket blaster, summer burned fast and bright in this part of the world and went out with equal speed.

Holding her grandfathers thick black briefcase against her chest, she walked up the street toward the bus stop. On an elevated track above her head, the monorail thundered past, making the ground quake.

All the way home, she told herself it was really an opportunity,- now shed be able to prove her worth in college and get an even better job.

But no matter how she tried to recast it, the sense of having failed wouldnt release its hold. When she got home she felt smaller somehow, her shoulders weighted down.

She unlocked the front door and went inside, tossing the briefcase on the kitchen table.

Gran was in the living room, sitting on the tattered old sofa, with her stockinged feet on the crushed velvet ottoman and an unfinished sampler in her lap. Asleep, she snored lightly.

At the sight of her grandmother, Tully had to force a smile. Hey, Gran, she said softly, moving into the living room, bending down to touch her grandmothers knobby hand. She sat down beside her.

Gran came awake slowly. Behind the thick oldfashioned glasses, her confused gaze cleared. How did it go?

The assistant news director thought I was too qualified, can you believe it? He said the position was a dead end for someone with my skills.

Gran squeezed her hand. Youre too young, huh?

The tears shed been holding back stung her eyes. Embarrassed, she brushed them away. I know theyll offer me a job as soon as I get into college. Youll see. Ill make you proud.

Gran gave her the poor-Tully look. Im already proud. Its Dorothys attention you want.

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Tully leaned against her grans slim shoulder and let herself be held. In a few moments, she knew this pain would fade again,- like a sunburn, it would heal itself and leave her slightly more protected from the glare. Ive got you, Gran, so she doesnt matter.

Gran sighed tiredly. Why dont you call your friend Katie now? But dont stay on too long. Its expensive.

Just the thought of that, talking to Kate, lifted Tullys spirits. With the longdistance charges what they were, they rarely got to call each other. Thanks, Gran. I will.

The next week Tully got a job at the Queen Anne Bee, her neighborhood weekly newspaper. Her duties pretty much matched the measly perhour wage they paid her, but she didnt care. She was in the business. She spent almost every waking hour of the summer of 77 in the small, cramped offices, soaking up every bit of knowledge she could. When she wasnt bird-dogging the reporters or making copies or delivering coffee, she was at home, playing gin rummy with Gran for matchsticks. Every Sunday night, like clockwork, she wrote to Kate and shared the minute details of her week.

Now she sat at her little-girls desk in her bedroom and reread this weeks eight-page letter, then signed it Best Friends Forever, Tully V, and carefully folded it into thirds.

On her desk was the most recent postcard from Kate, who was away on the Mularkey familys yearly camping trip. Kate called it Hell Week with Bugs, but Tully was jealous of each perfect-sounding moment. She wished that shed been able to go on the vacation with them,- turning down the invitation had been one of the most difficult things shed done. But between her all-important summer job and Grans declining health, shed had no real choice.

She glanced down at her friends note, rereading the words shed already memorized. Playing hearts at night and roasting marshmallows, swimming in thejreezing lake…

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pine for what you couldnt have. Cloud had certainly taught her that lesson.

She put her own letter in an envelope, addressed it, then went downstairs to check on Gran, who was already asleep.

Alone, Tully watched her favorite Sunday night television programs All in the Family, Alice, and Kojakand then closed up the house and went to bed. Her last thought as she drifted lazily toward sleep was to wonder what the Mularkeys were doing.

The next morning she woke at her usual time, six oclock, and dressed for work. Sometimes, if she arrived early enough at the office, one of the reporters would let her help with the days stories.

She hurried down the hall and tapped on the last door. Though she hated to wake her grandmother, it was the house rule. No leaving without a goodbye. Gran?

She tapped again and pushed the door open slowly, calling out, Gran … Im leaving for work.

Cool lavender shadows lay along the windowsills. The samplers that decorated the walls were boxes without form or substance in the gloom.

Gran lay in bed. Even from here, Tully could see the shape of her, the coil of her white hair, the ruffle of her nightdress … and the stillness of her chest.

Gran?

She moved forward, touched her grandmothers velvet, wrinkled cheek. The skin was cold as ice. No breath came from her slack lips.

Tullys whole world seemed to tilt, slide off its foundation. It took all her strength to stand there, staring down at her grandmothers lifeless face.

Her tears were slow in forming,- it was as if each one were made of blood and too thick to pass through her tear ducts. Memories came at her like a kaleidoscope: Gran braiding her hair for her seventh birthday party, telling her that her mommy might show up if she prayed hard enough, and then years later admitting that sometimes God didnt answer a little girls prayers, or a grown womans, either,- or playing cards

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last week, laughing as Tully swept up the discard pileagainsaying, Tully, you dont have to have every card, all the time …, or kissing her goodnight so gently.

She had no idea how long she stood there, but by the time she leaned over and kissed Grans papery cheek, sunlight had eased through the sheer curtains, lighting the room. It surprised Tully, that brightness. Without Gran, it seemed this room should be dark.

Come on, Tully, she said.

There were things she was supposed to do now,- she knew that. She and Gran had talked about this, done things to prepare. Tully knew, though, that no words could have really prepared her for this.

She went over to Grans nightstand, where a pretty rosewood box sat beneath the photo of Grandpa and alongside the battalion of medications.

She lifted the lid, feeling vaguely like a thief, but Gran expected this of her. When I go Home, Gran always said, Ill leave you something in the box Grandpa bought me.

Inside, laying atop the cluster of inexpensive jewelry that Tully could rarely remember her Grandmother wearing, was a folded piece of pink paper with Tullys name written on it.

Slowly, she reached out, took the letter, and opened it.

My dearest Tully

I am so sorry. I know how afraid you are of being alone, of being left behind, but God has His plan for all of us. I would have stayed with you longer if I could have. Your grandfather and I will always be watching out for you from Heaven. You will never be alone if you believe in that.

You were the greatest joy of my life.

Love, Gran

Were.

Gran was gone.

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Tully stood outside the church, watching the crowd of elderly people stream past her. A few of Grans friends recognized her and came over to offer their condolences.

Im so sorry dear …

… but sbts in a better place…

… with her beloved Winston.

… wouldnt want you to cry.

She took as much of it as she could because she knew Gran would have wanted that, but by eleven oclock, she was ready to scream. Didnt any of the well-wishers see, didnt they realize that Tully was a seventeen-year-old girl, dressed in black and all alone in the world?

If only Katie and the Mularkeys were here, but she had no idea how to reach them in Canada, and since they wouldnt be home for two days, she had to endure this alone. With them beside her, a pretend family maybe she would have made it through the service.

Without them, she simply couldnt do it. Instead of sitting through the terrible, heart-wrenching memories of Gran, she got up in the middle of the funeral and walked out.

Outside, in the hot August sunlight, she could breathe again, even though the tears were always near to the surface, as was the pointless query, How could you leave me like this?

Surrounded by dusty old-model land yachts, she tried not to cry. Mostly, she tried not to remember, or to worry about what would happen to her.

Nearby, a twig snapped and Tully looked up. At first all she saw were the haphazardly parked cars.

Then she saw her.

Over by the propertys edge, where a row of towering maple trees delineated the start of the city park, Cloud stood in the shade, smoking a long slim cigarette. Dressed in tattered corduroy bellbottoms and a dirty peasant blouse, parenthesized by a wall of frizzy brown hair, she looked rail-thin.

Tully couldnt help the tiny leap of joy her heart took. Finally, she Wasnt alone. Cloud might be a little nuts, but when the chips were

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down, she came back Tully ran toward her, smiling. She would forgive her mother for all the missing years, all the abandonments. What mattered was that she was here now, when Tully needed her most. Thank

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God youre here, she said, coming to a breathless stop. You knew Id need you.

Her mother lurched toward her, laughing when she almost fell. Youre a beautiful spirit, Tully. All you need is air and to be free.

Tullys stomach seemed to drop. Not again, she said, pleading for help with her eyes. Please …

Always. There was an edge to Clouds voice now, a sharpness that belied the glassy look in her eyes.

Im your flesh and blood and I need you now. Otherwise Ill be alone. Tully knew she was whispering, but she couldnt seem to find any volume for her voice.

Cloud took a stumbling step forward. The sadness in her eyes was unmistakable, but Tully didnt care. Her mothers pseudo-emotions came and went like the sun in Seattle. Look at me, Tully.

Im looking.

No. Look. I cant help you.

But I need you.

Thats the fucking tragedy of it, her mother said, taking a long drag on the cigarette and blowing smoke out a few seconds later.

Why? Tully asked. She was going to add, Dont you love me? but before she could form the pain into words, the funeral let out and black-clad people swarmed into the parking lot. Tully glanced sideways, just long enough to dry her tears. When she turned back, her mother was gone.

The woman from social services was as dry as a twig. She tried to say the right things, but Tully noticed that she kept glancing at her watch as she stood in the hallway outside Tullys bedroom.

I still dont see why I need to pack my stuff. Im almost eighteen. Gran has no mortgage on this houseI know cause I paid the bills this year. Im old enough to live alone.

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The lawyer is expecting us, was the womans only answer. Are you nearly ready?

She placed the stack of Kates letters in her suitcase, closed the lid, and snapped it shut. Since she couldnt actually form the words Im ready, she simply grabbed the suitcase, then slung her macrame purse over her shoulder. I guess so.

Good, the woman said, spinning briskly around and heading for

the stairs.

Tully took one last, lingering look around her bedroom, noticing as if for the first time things shed overlooked for years: the lavender ruffled bed linens and white twin bed, the row of plastic horsesdusty nowthat lined the windowsill, the Mrs. Beasley doll on the top of the dresser, and the Miss America jewelry box with the pink ballerina on top.

Gran had decorated this room for the little girl whod been dumped here all those years ago. Every item had been chosen with care, but now theyd all be boxed up and stored in the dark, along with the memories they elicited. Tully wondered how long it would be before she could think of Gran without crying.

She closed the door behind her and followed the woman through the now-quiet house, down the steps outside, to the street in front of house, where a battered yellow Ford Pinto was parked.

Put your suitcase in the back.

Tully did as she was told and got into the passenger seat.

When the lady started up the car, the stereo came on at an earshattering level. It was David Souls Dont Give Up on Us. She immediately turned it down, mumbling, Sorry about that.

Tully figured it was as good a song to apologize for as any, so she just shrugged and looked out the window.

Im sorry about your grandmother, if I havent said that already.

Tully stared at her weird reflection in the window. It was like looking at a negative version of her face, colorless and insubstantial. The way she felt inside, actually.

By all accounts she was an exceptional woman.

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Tully didnt answer that. She couldnt have found much of a voice anyway. Ever since the encounter with her mother, shed been dry inside. Empty.

Well. Here we are.

They parked in front of a well-kept Victorian home in downtown Ballard. A hand-painted sign out front read: BAKER AND MONTGOMERY,

ATTORNEYS AT LAW.

It took Tully a moment to get out of the car. By the time she did, the woman was giving her a soft, understanding smile.

You dont need to bring your suitcase.

Id like to, thanks. If there was one thing Tully understood, it was the importance of a packed bag.

The woman nodded and led the way up the grass-veined concrete walkway to the white front door. Inside the overly quaint space, Tully took a seat in the lobby, close to the empty receptionists desk. Cutesy drawings of big-eyed kids lined the ornately papered walls. At precisely four oclock, a pudgy man with a balding head and horn-rimmed glasses came to get them.

Hello, Tallulah. Im Elmer Baker, your Grandmother Harts attorney.

Tully followed him to a small upstairs room with two overstuffed chairs and an antique mahogany desk littered with yellow legal pads. In the corner, a standing fan buzzed and thumped and sent warm air spinning toward the door. The social worker took a seat by the window.

Here. Here. Sit down, please, he said, moving to his own chair behind the elegant desk.

Now, Tallulah

Tully, she said quietly.

Quite right. I recall Ima saying you preferred Tully. He put his elbows on the desk and leaned forward. His buglike eyes blinked behind the thick magnifying lenses of his glasses. As you know, your mother has refused to take custody of you.

It took all her strength to nod, even though last night shed practiced a whole monologue about how she should be allowed to live alone. Now, here, she felt small and much too young.

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Im sorry, he said in a gentle voice, and Tully actually flinched at the words. Shed come to truly loathe the stupid, useless sentiment.

Yeah, she said, fisting her hands at her sides.

Ms. Gulligan here has found a lovely family for you. Youll be one of several displaced teens in their care. The excellent news is that youll be able to continue in your current school placement. Im sure that makes you happy.

Ecstatic.

Mr. Baker looked momentarily nonplussed by her response. Of course. Now. As to your inheritance. Ima left all her assetsboth homes, the car, the bank accounts, and stocksto you. She has left instructions for you to continue with the monthly payments to her daughter, Dorothy. Your grandmother believed it was the best and only way to keep track of her. Dorothy has proven to be very reliable at keeping in touch when theres money coming. He cleared his throat. Now … if we sell both homes, you wont have to worry about finances for quite some time. We can take care

But then I wont have a home at all.

Im sorry about that, but Ima was very specific in her request. She wanted you to be able to go to any college. He looked up. Youre going to win the Pulitzer someday. Or thats what she told me.

Tully couldnt believe she was going to cry again, and in front of these people. She popped to her feet. I need to go to the restroom.

A frown pleated Mr. Bakers pale forehead. Oh. Certainly. Downstairs. First door to the left of the front door.

Tully got up from her chair, grabbed her suitcase, and made her halting way to the door. Once in the hallway, she shut the door behind her and leaned against the wall, trying not to cry.

Foster care could not be her future.

She glanced down at the date on her Bicentennial wristwatch.

The Mularkeys would be home tomorrow.

CHAPTER SEVEN

The drive home from British Columbia seemed to take forever. The air conditioner in the station wagon was broken, so warm air tumbled from the useless vents. Everyone was hot and tired and dirty. And still Mom and Dad wanted to sing songs. They kept bugging the kids to sing along.

Kate couldnt stand how lame it was. Mom, will you please tell Sean to quit touching my shoulder?

Her brother burped and started laughing. The dog barked wildly.

In the front seat, Dad leaned forward and turned on the radio. John Denvers voice floated through the speakers with Thank God Im a Country Boy. Thats all Im singing, Margie. If they dont want to join in … fine.

Kate returned to her book. The car bounced so much the words

danced on the page, but that didnt matter,- not with as many times as shed read The Lord oj the Rings.

I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end oj all things.

Katie. Kathleen.

She looked up. Yeah?

Were home, her dad said. Put that dang book down and help us unload the car.

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Can I call Tully first?

No. Youll unpack first.

Kate slapped her book shut. For seven days shed been waiting to make that call. But unloading the car was more important. Fine. But Sean better help.

Her mother sighed. You just worry about yourself, Kathleen.

They piled out of the smelly station wagon and began the end-ofvacation ritual. By the time they finished, it was dark. Kate put the last of her clothes into the pile on the laundry room floor, started the first load, then went to find her mom, who was sitting on the sofa with Dad. They were leaning against each other, looking dazed.

Can I call Tully now?

Dad consulted his watch. At nine-thirty? Im sure her grandmother would really appreciate that.

But

Goodnight, Katie, her dad said firmly, looping his arm around Mom and pulling her close.

This is so not fair.

Mom laughed. Whoever told you life would be fair? Now go to bed.

For almost four hours Tully stood at the corner of her house, watching the Mularkeys unload their car. Shed thought about running up the hill a dozen times, just showing up, but she wasnt ready for the boisterousness of the whole family just yet. She wanted to be alone with Kate, someplace quiet where they could talk.

So she waited until the lights went out and then crossed the street. In the grass beneath Kates window, she waited another thirty minutes, just to be sure.

Off to her left somewhere, she could hear Sweetpea nickering at her and pawing at the ground. No doubt the old mare was looking for company, too. During the camping trip a neighbor had fed the horse, but that wasnt the same as being loved.

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I know, girl, Tully said, sitting down. She wrapped her arms around her bent legs, hugging herself. Maybe she should have called instead of stalking them like this. But Mrs. Mularkey might have told her to come by tomorrow, that they were tired from their long drive, and Tully couldnt wait anymore. This loneliness was more than she could handle by herself.

Finally, at eleven oclock, she stood up, brushed the grass off her jeans, and threw a piece of gravel at Kates window.

It took four tosses before her friend stuck her head out the window. Tully! Kate ducked back into her room and slammed the window shut. It took less than a minute for her to appear at the side of the house. Wearing a Bionic Woman nightshirt, her old black-rimmed glasses, and her retainer, Kate ran for Tully, arms outstretched.

Tully felt Kates arms wrap around her and for the first time in days, she felt safe.

I missed you so much, Kate said, tightening her hold.

Tully couldnt answer. It was all she could do not to cry. She wondered if Kate knew, really knew, how important their friendship was to her. I got our bikes, she said, stepping back, looking away so Kate wouldnt see her moist eyes.

Cool.

Within minutes they were on their way, flying down Summer Hill, their hands outstretched to catch the wind. At the bottom of the hill, they ditched their bikes in the trees and walked down the long and winding road to the river. All around them trees chattered among themselves,- the wind sighed, and leaves fluttered down from branches in an early sign of the coming autumn.

Kate flopped down in their old spot, her back rested against the mossy log, her feet stretched out in the grass that had grown tall in their absence.

Tully felt an unexpected pinch of nostalgia for their youth. Theyd spent most of one summer here, taking their separate, lonely lives and braiding them into a rope of friendship. She lay down beside Kate, scooting close enough that their shoulders were touching. After the last

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few days, she needed to know that her best friend was finally beside her. She positioned her transistor radio nearby and turned up the volume.

Hell Week with Bugs was even worse than usual, Kate said. I did

talk Sean into eating a slug, though. It was worth the weeks allowance

lost. She giggled. You should have seen his face when I started laughing. Aunt Georgia tried to talk to me about birth control. Can you believe

it? She said I should

Do you even know how lucky you are? The words were out before Tully could stop them, spilling like jelly beans from a machine.

Kate shifted her weight and turned, until she was lying sideways in the grass, looking at Tully. You usually want to hear everything about the camping trip.

Yeah, well. Ive had a bad week.

Did you get fired?

Thats your idea of a bad week? I want your perfect life, just for a day.

Kate drew back, frowning. You sound pissed at me.

Not at you. Tully sighed. Youre my best friend.

So, who are you mad at?

Cloud. Gran. God. Take your pick. She took a deep breath and said, Gran died while you were gone.

Oh, Tully.

And there it was, what Tully had been waiting for all week. Someone who loved her and was truly sorry for her. Tears stung her eyes,- before she knew it, she was crying. Big, gulping sobs that wracked her body and made it impossible to breathe, and all the while, Kate held her, letting her cry, saying nothing.

When there were no tears left inside, Tully smiled shakily. Thanks for not saying you felt sorry for me.

I am, though.

I know. Tully lay back against the log and stared up at the night sky. She wanted to admit that she was scared and that as alone as shed Sometimes felt in life, she knew now what real loneliness was, but she

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couldnt say the words, not even to Kate. Thoughtseven fearswere airy things, formless until you made them solid with your voice, and once given that weight, they could crush you.

Kate waited a moment, then said, So what will happen?

Tully wiped her eyes and reached into her pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. Lighting one up, she took a drag and coughed. It had been years since shed smoked. I have to go into foster care. Its only for a while, though. When Im eighteen I can live alone.

Youre not going to live with strangers, Kate said fiercely. Ill find Cloud and make her do the right thing.

Tully didnt bother answering. She loved her friend for saying it, but they lived in two different worlds, she and Kate. In Tullys world, moms werent there to help you out. What mattered was making your own way.

What mattered was not caring.

And the best way not to care was to surround yourself with noise and people. Shed learned that lesson a long time ago. She didnt have long here in Snohomish. In no time at all, the authorities would find her and drag her back to her lovely new family, full of displaced teens and the people paid to house them. We should go to that party tomorrow night. The one you wrote about in your last letter.

At Karens house? The summers-end bash-o-rama?

Exactly.

Kate frowned. My folks would have a cow if they found out I went to a kegger.

Well tell them youre staying at my house across the street. Your mom will believe Cloud is back for a day.

If I get caught

You wont. Tully saw how worried her friend was, and she knew she should stop this plan right now. It was reckless, maybe even dangerous. But she couldnt stop the train. If she didnt do something drastic, shed sink into the gooey darkness of her own fears. Shed think about the mother whod so often and so repeatedly abandoned her, and the strangers with whom shed soon live, and the grandmother who was

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gone. We wont get caught. I promise. She turned to Kate. You trust me, dont you?

Sure, Kate said slowly.

Great. Then were going to the party.

Kids! Breakfast is ready.

Kate was the first one to sit down.

Mom had just put a plate of pancakes down on the table when there was a knock at the door.

Kate jumped up. Ill get it. She ran for the door and yanked it open, feigning surprise. Mom, look. Its Tully. Gosh, I havent seen you in/orever.

Mom stood near the table, wearing her zip-up, floor-length red velour robe and pink fuzzy slippers. Hey, Tully, its good to see you again. We missed you on the camping trip this year, but I know how important your job is.

Tully lurched forward. Looking up, she started to say something, but no sound came out of her mouth. She just stood there, staring at Kates mom.

What is it? her mother said, moving toward Tully. Whats going on?

My gran died, Tully said softly.

Oh, honey … Mom pulled Tully into a fierce hug, holding her for a long time. Finally, Mom drew back, put an arm around Tully, and led her to the sofa in the living room.

Turn off the griddle, Katie, Mom said without even looking back.

Kate turned off the griddle and then followed them to the living room. She hung back, standing in the curl of the archway that separated the two rooms. Neither of them seemed to care that she was there.

Did we miss the funeral? Mom asked gently, holding Tullys hand.

Tully nodded. Everyone said they were sorry. I officially hate those now.

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People dont know what to say, thats all.

My favorite part was the ever popular shes in a better place. As if dead is better than being with me.

And your mom?

Lets just say she doesnt call herself Cloud for nothing. She came and went. Tully glanced at Kate and added quickly, But shes here for now. Were staying across the street.

Of course she is, Mom said. She knows you need her.

Can I spend the night there tonight, Mom? Kate asked,- her heart was beating so hard and fast, she was sure her mom could hear it. She tried to look completely trustworthy, but since she was lying, she expected her mother to see through it.

Mom didnt even look at Kate. Of course. You girls need to be together. And you remember this, Tully Hart: Youre the next Jessica Savitch. You will survive this. I promise.

You really think so? Tully asked.

I know so. You have a rare gift, Tully. And you can be certain that your gran is in Heaven watching out for you.

Kate felt a sudden urge to butt in, to step forward and ask her mother if she believed she could change the world. She even went so far as to move forward and open her mouth, but before she could form the question, she heard Tully say,

Ill make you proud, Mrs. M. I promise I will.

Kate paused. She had no idea how she could make her mother proud,- she wasnt like Tully. Kate had no rare gift.

The thing was, though, her own mother should think she did and should point it out. Instead, her motherlike everyone elsewas caught in the gravitational pull of Tullys sun.

Were both going to be reporters, Kate said, more harshly than she intended. At their startled looks, she felt like an idiot. Come on, she said, forcing a smile this time. We should eat before everything is ruined.

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The party was a bad idea. Taunting-Carrie-at-the-prom bad.

Tully knew it but couldnt turn back. In the days since Grans funeral and Clouds encore abandonment, her grief had been slowly replaced by anger. It darted through her blood like a predator, puffing her up with emotions that couldnt be tamped down or contained. She knew she was being reckless, but she couldnt change her course. If she slowed down, even for a moment, her fear would catch up with her and the plan was in motion now. They were in her mothers old bedroom, supposedly getting ready.

Ohmigod, Kate said in an awed voice. You gotta read this.

Tully marched over to the poorly decoupaged water bed, grabbed the paperback novel out of Kates hands, and threw it across the room. I cant believe you brought a book.

Hey! Kate tried to sit up,- waves rolled around her. Wulfgar was tying her to the end of the bed. I have to find out

Were going to a party Kate. Enough with the romance novels. And just for the record, tying a woman to a bed is S-I-C-K.

Yeah, Kate said slowly, frowning. I know, but

No buts. Get dressed.

Okay, okay. She shuffled over to the pile of clothes Tully had laid out for her earliera pair of Jordache jeans and a clingy bronze halter top. My mom would die if she knew I was going out in this.

Tully didnt respond. Truthfully she wished she hadnt heard. Mrs. M. was the last person she wanted to think about right now. She focused instead on getting dressed: jeans, pink tube top, and navy platform lace-up sandals. Bending over, she brushed her hair for maximum Farrah volume, then sprayed it with enough Aqua Net to stop a bug in flight. When she was sure she looked perfect, she turned to Kate. Are

you

Kate was dressed for the party and back on the bed reading again. You are so pathetic.

Kate rolled onto her back and smiled. Its romantic, Tully. Im not kidding.

Tully grabbed the book again. She wasnt sure why, but this really

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pissed her off. Maybe it was Kates glossy idealism,- how could she see Tullys life and still believe in fairy-tale endings? Lets go.

Without waiting to see if Kate was following, Tully went out to the garage and opened the doors and then slid into the cracked black drivers seat of her grandmothers Queen Victoria, ignoring the way the stuffing poked into her back. She slammed the door shut.

You have her car? Kate said, opening the passenger door and poking her head in.

Technically its my car now.

Kate slid onto the seat and closed the door.

Tully popped a Kiss tape into the eight-track player and cranked up the volume. Then she put the car in reverse and eased her foot onto the gas.

They sang at the top of their lungs all the way to Karen Abners house, where at least five cars were already parked. Several of them were tucked into the trees and out of sight. When someones parents left town, word spread fast; parties sprouted like mushrooms.

Inside, it was a smoke-fest. The sweet smell of pot and incense was almost overpowering. The music was so loud it hurt Tullys ears. She .,$ grabbed Kates hand and led her down the stairs to the rec room in the ]| basement.

The huge room had fake-wood-paneled walls and lime-green indooroutdoor carpeting. In the center was a cone fireplace surrounded by an orange half-moon-shaped sofa and several brown beanbag chairs. Over to the left, some boys were playing foosball and screaming at every turn of the handle. Kids were dancing wildly, singing to the music. A couple of boys were on the sofa, getting high, and a girl was over by the door, shotgunning a beer beneath a huge painting of a Spanish matador. j

Tully! |

Before she could respond, her old friends surrounded her, pulled her away from Kate. She went to the keg first and let one of the boys give her a plastic cup full of foamy gold Rainier beer. She stared down at it, jolted by the memory that came with it: Pat, pushing her to the ground …

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She looked around for Kate, but couldnt see her friend in the crowd.

Then everyone began chanting her name. Tu-lly. Tu-lly.

No one was going to hurt her. Not here,- tomorrow, maybe, when the authorities caught up with her, but not now. She chugged the beer and held the cup out for another, yelling out Kates name as she did.

Kate appeared instantly, as if shed been just out of view, waiting to be called for.

Tully shoved the beer toward her. Here.

Kate shook her head. It was a slight there-and-gone motion, but Tully saw it and felt ashamed that shed offered the beer, and then angry that her friend was so innocent. Tully had never been innocent,- not that she could remember anyway.

Ka-tie, Ka-tie, Tully yelled, getting the crowd to chant with her. Come on, Katie, she said quietly. Were best friends, arent we?

Kate glanced nervously at the crowd around her.

Tully felt that shame again and the jealousy. She could stop this right now, protect Katie

Kate took the beer and chugged it.

More than half of it spilled down her chin and onto her halter top, making the shimmery fabric cling to her breasts, but she didnt seem to notice.

Then the music changed. ABBAs Dancing Queen blared through the speakers. You can dance, you can j-ive…

I love this song, Kate said.

Tully grabbed Kates hand and dragged her over to where the kids were dancing. There, Tully let loose and fell into the music and the movement.

By the time the music changed and slowed down, she was breathing hard and laughing easily.

But it was Kate who was the more changed. Maybe it was the one beer, or the pulsing beat of the music,- Tully wasnt sure. All she knew Was that Kate looked gorgeous, with her blond hair shining in the light from an overhead fixture and her pale, delicate face flushed with exertion.

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When Neal Stewart came up to them and asked Kate to dance, Kate was the only one surprised. She turned to Tully. Neal wants to dance with me, she yelled during a lull in the song. He must be drunk. Putting her hands in the air, she danced away with Neal, leaving Tully standing alone in the crowd.

Kate pressed her cheek against Neals soft T-shirt.

It felt so good, the way he had his arms around her, his hands just above her butt. She felt his hips moving against hers. It made her heartbeat speed up, made her breathing quicken. A new feeling overtook her,- it was a kind of breathless anticipation. She wanted … what?

Kate?

She heard the hesitant way he said her name and it struck her suddenly: Did he feel all these things, too?

Slowly, she looked up.

Neal smiled down at her,- he was only a little unsteady on his feet. Youre beautiful, he said, and then he kissed her, right there in the middle of the dance floor. Kate drew in a sharp breath and stiffened in his arms. It was so unexpected that she didnt know what she was supposed to do.

His tongue slid into her mouth, forcing her lips to open a little.

Wow, he said softly when he finally drew back.

Wow what? Wow, youre a spaz? or Wow, what a kiss!

Behind her, someone yelled, Cops!

In an instant, Neal was gone and Tully was beside her again, taking her hand. They made their lurching, desperate way out of the house, up the hill and through the scrub brush, and back down to the trees. By the time they got to the car, Kate was terrified and her stomach was in open revolt. Im gonna puke.

No, you arent. Tully yanked open the passenger door and shoved Kate inside. We are not gonna get busted.

Tully ran around the front of the car and opened her door. Sliding into the drivers seat, she stabbed the key into the ignition, yanked the

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gearshift into reverse, and stomped on the gas. They rocketed backward and slammed into something hard. Kate flew forward like a rag doll, cracking her forehead on the dashboard and then slumping back into her seat. Dazed, she opened her eyes, tried to focus.

Tully was beside her, rolling down the drivers-side window.

There, in the darkness, was good old Officer Dan, the man whod driven Tully away from Snohomish three years ago. I knew you Firefly Lane girls would be a pain in my ass.

Fuck, Tully said.

Nice language, Tallulah. Now, will you please step out of the car? He bent down, looked at Kate. You, too, Kate Mularkey. The partys over.

The first thing that happened at the police station was the girls were separated.

Someone will come talk to you, Officer Dan said, guiding Tully into a room at the end of the hall.

A gunmetal-gray desk and two chairs sat forlornly beneath a bright hanging lightbulb. The walls were a gross green color and the floor was plain bumpy cement. There was a sad, faded stink to the place, a combination of sweat and piss, and old spilled coffee.

The entire left wall was a mirror.

All it took was one episode of Starsky and Hutch to know that it was really a window.

She wondered if the social worker was on the other side of it yet, shaking her head in disappointment, saying, That fine family wont want her now, or the lawyer, who wouldnt know what to say.

Or the Mularkeys.

At that, she made a little sound of horror. How could she have been so stupid? The Mularkeys had liked her until tonight, and now shed gone and thrown that all away, and for what? Because shed been depressed by her moms rejection? By now she ought to be used to that. When had it ever been any other way?

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I wont be stupid again, she said, looking right at the mirror. If someone would give me another chance, Id be good.

After that, she waited for someone to burst in for her, maybe holding handcuffs, but the minutes just ticked by in smelly silence. She moved the black plastic chair to one corner and sat down.

I knew better.

She closed her eyes, thinking the same thing over and over again. Along with that thought, running alongside it like some shadow forming in the twilight was its twin: Will you be a good friend to Katie?

How could I be so stupid? This time Tully didnt even glance at the mirror. There was no one behind there. Who would be looking at her anyway, the kid no one wanted?

Across the room, the doorknob twisted, turned.

Tully tensed. Her fingers bit into her thighs.

Be good, Tully. Agree with everything they say. Foster care is better than juvenile hall.

The door opened and Mrs. Mularkey walked into the room. In a washed-out floral dress and worn white Keds, she looked tired and poorly put together, as if shed been wakened in the middle of the night and dressed in whatever she could find in the dark.

Which, of course, was exactly what had happened.

Mrs. Mularkey reached into her dress pocket for her cigarettes. Finding one, she lit up. Through the swirling smoke, she studied Tully. Sadness and disappointment emanated from her, as visible as the smoke.

Shame overwhelmed Tully. Here was one of the very few people who had ever believed in her, and shed let Mrs. M. down. Hows Kate?

Mrs. Mularkey exhaled smoke. Bud took her home. I dont expect shell leave the house again for a good long while.

Oh. Tully squirmed uncomfortably. Her every blemish was on view, she was sure of it, from the lies shed told to the secrets shed kept to the tears shed cried. Mrs. M. saw it all.

And she didnt like what she saw.

Tully could hardly blame her. I know I let you down.

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Yes, you did. Mrs. Mularkey pulled a chair away from the table and sat down in front of Tully. They want to send you to juvenile hall.

Tully looked down at her own hands, unable to stand the disappointment she saw on Mrs. M.s face. The foster family wont want me now.

I understand your mother refused to take custody of you.

Big surprise there. Tully heard the way her voice cracked on that. She knew it revealed how hurt shed been, but there was no way to hide it. Not from Mrs. M.

Katie thinks they can find another family for you to live with.

Yeah, well, Katie lives in a different world than I do.

Mrs. Mularkey leaned back in her chair. Taking a drag on her cigarette, she exhaled smoke and said quietly, She wants you to live with us.

Just hearing it was like a blow to the heart. She knew shed spend a long time trying to forget it. Yeah, right.

It was a moment before Mrs. Mularkey said, A girl who lived in our house would have to do chores and follow the rules. Mr. Mularkey and I wouldnt stand for any funny business.

Tully looked up sharply. What are you saying? She couldnt even put this sudden hope into words.

And there would definitely be no smoking.

Tully stared at her, feeling tears sting her eyes, but that pain was nothing compared to what was going on deep inside her. It felt suddenly as if she were about to fall. Are you saying I can live with you?

Mrs. M. leaned forward and touched Tullys jawline. I know how hard your life has been up to now, Tully, and I cant stand for you to go back to that.

The falling turned into flying, and suddenly Tully was crying for all of itGran, the foster family, Cloud. Her relief was the biggest emotion shed ever felt. With shaking hands, she pulled the crumpled, halfempty pack of cigarettes out of her purse and handed them over.

Welcome to our family, Tully, Mrs. M. finally said into the silence, pulling Tully into her arms and letting her cry.

Through all the decades of Tullys life, she would remember that moment as the beginning of something new for her,- the becoming of

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someone new. While she lived with the loud, crazy, loving Mularkey family, she found a whole new person inside her. She didnt keep secrets or tell lies or pretend that she was someone else, and never once did they act as if she were unwanted or not good enough. No matter where she went in her later years, or what she did or whom she was with, she would always remember this moment and those words: Welcome to our family, Tally. Always and forever, she would think of that senior year of high school, when she was inseparable from Kate and a part of the family, as the single best year of her life.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Girls! Quit lollygagging. Were going to hit traffic if we dont leave now.

In the creaky attic bedroom, Kate stood at the edge of her twin bed, staring down at the open suitcase that contained all of her prized belongings. A framed picture of her grandparents lay on top, wedged between her ribbonwrapped packet of long-ago letters from Tully and a photo of her and Tully taken at graduation.

Although shed been looking forward to this moment for months (she and Tully had spun endless late-night dreams, all of which began with the words when were in college), now that it was here, she felt reluctant to leave home.

Over the course of their senior year in high school, theyd become a pair. TullyandKate. Everyone at school said their two names as one. When Tully became editor of the school paper, Kate was right beside her, helping her to edit the stories. She lived vicariously through her friends achievements, rode the wave of her popularity, but all of that had taken place in a world she knew, in a place where she felt safe.

What if I forgot something?

Tully crossed the room and came up beside Kate. She closed the suitcase and clamped it shut. Youre ready.

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No. Youre ready. Youre always ready, Kate said, trying not to sound as afraid as she was. It occurred to her suddenly, sharply, how much shed miss her parents and even her little brother.

Tully stared at her. Were a team, arent we? The Firefly Lane girls. We have been, but

No buts. Were going to college together, were pledging the same sorority, and well be hired by the same TV station. Period. Thats it. We can do it.p>

Kate knew what was expected of her, by Tully and everyone else: she was supposed to be strong and courageous. If only she felt it more deeply. But since she didnt feel it, she did what she often did lately around Tully. She smiled and faked it. Youre right. Lets go.

The drive from Snohomish to downtown Seattle, which usually took about thirty-five minutes, seemed to pass in a blink. Kate barely spoke, couldnt seem to find her voice, even as Tully and her mom chattered on about the upcoming Rush Week at the sororities. Her mother, it seemed, was more excited about their college adventure than Kate was.

In the towering high-rise of Haggett Hall, they made their way through the loud, crowded corridors to a small, dingy dorm room on the tenth floor. Here was where theyd stay during Rush. When it was over, theyd move into their sorority.

Well. This is it, Mr. Mularkey said.

Kate went to her parents and threw her arms around them, forming the famous Mularkey family hug.

Tully stood back, looking oddly left out.

Geez, Tully, get over here, Mom called out.

Tully rushed forward and let them all embrace her.

For the next hour they unpacked and talked and took pictures. Then, finally, Dad said, Well, Margie, its time. We dont want to get caught in traffic. There was one last round of hugs.

Kate clung to her mom, battling tears.

Its going to be okay, Mom said. Trust in all the dreams youve made. You and Tully are going to become the best reporters this state has ever seen. Your dad and I are so proud of you.

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Kate nodded and looked up at her mom through hot tears. I love

you, Mom.

Much too soon, it was over.

Well call every Sunday, Tully said behind them. Right after you get home from church.

And then, suddenly, they were gone.

Tully flopped on the bed. I wonder what Rush will be like. I bet every house will want us. How could they not?

Theyll want you, Kate said softly, and for the first time in months she felt like the girl theyd called Kootie all those years ago, the girl in the Coke-bottle glasses and high-water Sears jeans. It didnt matter that shed gotten contacts and lost her braces and learned how to put on makeup to enhance her features. The sorority girls would see through all that.

Tully sat up. You know I wont join a sorority unless were in it together, right?

Thats not fair to you, though. Kate went to the bed and sat down

beside her.

Remember Firefly Lane? Tully said, lowering her voice. Over the years those words had become a catchall phrase, a kind of shorthand for their memories. It was their way of saying that a friendship begun at fourteen, back when David Cassidy was groovy and a song could make you cry, would last forever. I havent forgotten. But you dont get it, Tully said. Get what?

When my mom dumped me, who was there for me? When my gran died, who held my hand and took me in? She turned to Kate. You. Thats the answer. Were a team, Kate. Forever friends, no matter what. Okay? She bumped Kate, made her smile. You always get your way.

Tully laughed. Of course I do. Its one of my more endearing traits. Now lets figure out what were going to wear for the first day …

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The University of Washington was everything Tully had hoped it would be and more. Spread out over several miles and comprised of hundreds of gothic buildings, it was a world unto itself. The size daunted Kate, but not Tully,- she figured if she could triumph here, she could triumph anywhere. From the moment they moved into their sorority, she began preparing for a reporting job at the networks. In addition to taking the core classes in communications, she made time to read at least four newspapers a day and watch as many newscasts as possible. When her big break came, she was going to be ready.

It had taken her most of the first few weeks of school to get her bearings and figure out what Phase One of the academic plan should be. Shed met with her School of Communications advisor so often that he sometimes avoided her in the hall when he saw her coming, but she didnt care. When she had questions, she wanted answers.

The problem, once again, was her youth. She couldnt get into the upper-level broadcasting or journalism classes,- no amount of cajoling or prodding could move the behemoth bureaucracy of this huge state school. She simply had to wait her turn.

Not something she was good at.

She leaned sideways and whispered to Kate, Why is there a science requirement? I wont need geology to be a reporter.

Shhh.

Tully frowned and sat back in her chair. They were in Kane Hall, one of the biggest auditoriums on campus. From her chair in the nosebleed section, crammed in among almost five hundred other students, she could barely see the professor, whod turned out not to be a professor at all, but rather his teaching assistant.

We can buy lecture notes. Lets go. The newspaper office opens at ten.

Kate didnt even glance at her, just kept scribbling notes on her paper.

Tully groaned and sat back, crossing her arms in disgust, waiting minute by minute for class to end. The second the bell rang, she shot to her feet. Thank God. Lets go.

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Kate finished with her notes and collected her pages, methodically organizing everything in her notebook.

Are you making paper? Come on. I want to meet the editor.

Kate stood up and slung her backpack over one shoulder. We are not going to get a job at the newspaper, Tully.

Your mom told you not to be so negative, remember?

They went downstairs, merging into the loud crowd of students.

Outside, the sun shone brightly on the brick-covered courtyard known as Red Square. Over by Suzzallo Library, a group of long-haired students were gathered beneath a CLEAN UP HANFORD sign.

Quit complaining to my mom when you dont get your way, Kate said as they headed for the Quad. We cant even get into journalism classes until were juniors.

Tully stopped. Are you really not going to come with me?

Kate smiled and kept walking. We arent going to get the job.

But youll come with me, right? Were a team.

Of course Im coming.

I knew it. You were just messing with me.

They kept talking as they walked through the Quad, where the cherry trees were lush and green, as was the grass. Dozens of students in brightly colored shorts and Tshirts played Frisbee and hacky sack.

At the newspaper office, Tully stopped. Ill do the talking.

Im shocked, really.

Laughing, they went into the building, announced themselves to a shaggy-looking kid at the front desk, and were directed to the editors office.

The entire meeting lasted less than ten minutes.

Told you we were too young, Kate said as they walked back to the sorority.

Bite me. Sometimes I think you dont even want to be a reporter with me.

Thats a complete lie: you hardly ever think.

Bitch.

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Kate put an arm around her. Come on, Barbara Walters, Ill walk you home.

Tully was so depressed over the meeting at the newspaper that Kate spent the rest of the day cajoling her into a good mood.

Come on, she finally said, hours later, when they were back in their minuscule room in the sorority house. Lets get ready. You want to look your best for the exchange.

What do I care about a stupid exchange? Frat boys are hardly my ideal.

Kate struggled not to smile. Everything about Tully was bigshe had such high highs and low lows. Their time at UW had only increased her tendencies. The funny thing was that while this huge crowded campus had somehow released Tullys extravagances, it had had an opposite and calming effect on Kate. She felt stronger every day here, more and more ready to become an adult. Youre such a drama queen. Ill let you do my makeup.

Tully looked up. Really?

Its a time-limited offer. You better move your ass.

Tully jumped up, grabbed her hand, and dragged her down the hall to the bathroom, where dozens of girls were already showering and drying off and blowing their hair out.

They waited their turns, took their showers, and went back to the room. Thankfully, their other two roommates werent there. The tiny space, filled mostly with dressers and desks and a set of bunk beds for the upperclassmen, barely gave the two of them room enough to turn around. Their own twin beds were in the large sleeping porch down the hall.

Tully spent almost an hour on their hair and makeup, then pulled out the fabric theyd bought for their togasgold for Tully, silver for Kateand created a pair of magical garments held in place by tight belts and rhinestone pins.

Kate studied her reflection when they were done. The sparkling

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silver fabric complemented her pale skin and golden hair and brought out the green in her eyes. After all the nerd years, she was still sometimes surprised that she could look good. Youre a genius, she said.

Tully twirled for inspection. How do I look?

The gold toga showed off her big boobs and tiny waist, and a riot of curled, teased, sprayed mahogany hair spilled down over her shoulder, a la Jane Fonda in Barbarella. Blue eye shadow and heavy liner made her look exotic.

You look gorgeous, Kate said. The guysll be falling all over themselves.

You care too much about love,- must be all those romance novels you read. This is our night. Screw the boys.

I dont want to screw them, but a date would be nice.

Tully grabbed Kates arm and led her out into the hallway, which was crowded with laughing, talking girls in various stages of dress, running down the busy corridors with curling irons, hair dryers, and bedsheets.

Downstairs in the formal living room, one of the girls was teaching the others to Hustle.

Outside, Kate and Tully merged into the crowd walking down the street. There were people everywhere on this balmy late September night. Most of the fraternities were having an exchange. There were girls in costume, in ordinary clothes, in almost nothing at all, walking in sorority groups toward their various destinations.

The Phi Delt house was big and square, a fairly modern mixture of glass and metal and brick, that was set on a corner. Inside, the walls were worn, the furniture was broken and ripped and ugly, and the decor was prison-era 1950. Not that most of this could be seen through the crowd.

People were packed in like sardines, chugging beer from plastic cups and swaying to the music. Shout! blared through the speakers and everyone was singing along, jumping up in time to the music.

A little bit sojter now …

The crowd crouched, stilled, then raised their hands and rose up again, chanting along.

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As always, the minute Tully stepped into a party, she was on. Gone was the edge of depression, the hesitant smile, the irritation at losing the job. Kate watched in awe,- her friend instantly grabbed everyones attention.

Shout! Tully yelled out, laughing. Boys moved in close, drawn to her like moths to a flame, but Tully barely seemed to notice. She surged onto the dance floor, dragging Kate along with her.

It was the most fun Kate had had in years.

By the time shed group danced to Brick House, Twistin the Night Away, and Louie Louie, she was hot and sweaty.

Ill be right back, she yelled to Tully, who nodded, and then she went outside, where she sat on the low brick wall that marked the propertys edge. Cool night air breezed across her sweaty face. She closed her eyes and swayed to the music.

The partys inside, you know.

She looked up.

The guy whod spoken was tall and broad-shouldered, with wheatcolored hair that fell across the bluest eyes. Can I sit with you? Sure.

Im Brandt Hanover.

Kate Mularkey.

Is this your first frat party?

Does it show?

He smiled and went from good looking to gorgeous. Just a little. I remember my first year here. It was like being on Mars. Im from Moses Lake, he said, as if that should explain everything.

Small town?

Speck on the map.

It is kind of overwhelming.

The conversation moved easily on from there. He talked about things she could relate to. Hed grown up on a farm, feeding cows before dawn and driving his dads hay truck when he was thirteen. He knew about feeling both lost and found in a place as big and sprawling as UW.

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Inside, the music changed. Someone turned the volume way up. It was ABBAs, Dancing Queen.

Tully came running out of the house. Kate! she yelled, laughing. There you are.

Brandt immediately stood.

Tully frowned at him. Whos this?

Brandt Hanover.

Kate knew exactly what was going to happen next. Because of what had happened to Tully in the dark woods by the river all those years ago, she didnt trust boys, didnt want anything to do with them, and she was committed to protecting Kate from any kind of harm or heartbreak. Unfortunately, though, Kate wasnt afraid. She wanted to date and have fun and even maybe fall in love.

But how could she say that, when Tully was only trying to protect her?

Tully grabbed Kates arm, pulled her to her feet. Too bad, Brandt, she said, laughing a little too loudly as she dragged Kate away. This is our song.

I saw Brandt at the HUB today. He smiled at me.

Tully fought the urge to roll her eyes. In the six months since that first toga party at the Phi Delts, Kate had found a way to mention Brandt Hanover at least once a day. Youd think they were dating, as often as his name came up. Let me guess: you pretended not to notice.

I smiled back.

Wow. A red-letter day.

I thought Id invite him to the spring dance. We could double date.

I have to write an article on the Ayatollah Khomeini. I figured if I keep sending stuff to the paper, sooner or later theyll publish something. It wouldnt hurt you to try a little harder to

Kate turned to her friend. Thats it. I renounce our friendship. I know you have no interest in our social life, but I do. If you dont go

Tully laughed. Gotcha.

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Kate couldnt help laughing. Bitch. She slung an arm around Tully. Together they walked along the grass-dotted sidewalk of Twenty-first Street and onto campus.

At the campus security post, Kate said, Im headed to Meany. How about you?

Drama/TV.

Thats right! Your first broadcast journalism classand with that famous guy youve been stalking since we got here.

Chad Wiley.

How many letters did you have to write to get in?

About a thousand. And you should be coming with me. We both need this class.

Ill get in as a junior. You need me to walk you over?

Tully loved her friend for that. Somehow Kate knew that despite her show of courage, Tully was nervous about this. Everything she wanted could start today. No, thanks. How can I make my big entrance with someone else?

She watched Kate walk away from her. Standing there, alone among the crowd of students moving between the buildings, Tully took a deep, relaxing breath, trying to still herself. She needed to appear calm.

She strolled confidently past the fountain of Frosh Pond and went into the Drama/TV Building, where her first stop was the restroom.

There, she paused in front of the mirrors. Her curled, sprayed hair was perfect, as was her makeup. The skintight, flare-legged jeans and shiny white tunic blouse with gold belt and Nehru collar managed to be both sexy and businesslike at the same time.

When the bell rang, she hurried down the hallway, with her backpack bouncing against her ass as she moved. In the auditorium, she walked boldly down to the first row and took a seat.

In the front of the room, the professor sat slumped in a metal chair. Im Chad Wiley, he said in a sexy, whiskey-rough voice. Those of you who recognize my name get an A in the class.

There was a smattering of laughter around the room. Tullys was the loudest. She knew more than his name. She knew his whole life story.

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Hed come out of college as a kind of wunderkind in broadcasting. Hed moved up the ranks fast, becoming a network anchor before he was thirty. Then, quite simply, hed lost it. A pair of DWIs, a car crash that broke both of his legs and injured a child, and his star had fallen. Thered been a couple of years with no mention of him at all, and then, finally, hed surfaced at UW, teaching.

Wiley stood. He was unkempt, with long dark hair and at least three days growth of gray-black beard, but the intelligence in his dark eyes was undiminished. The stamp of greatness was still on him. No wonder hed made it.

He handed her a syllabus and started to move on.

Your coverage of the Karen Silkwood case was inspired, she said, smiling brightly.

He paused, looked down at her. There was something unsettling about the way he staredintensely, but only for a second; like a laser beam switched on and offand then he kept walking past her and on to the next student.

He thought she was just another front-row suck-up who wanted to curry favor.

Shed need to be more careful in the future. Nothing mattered more to her right now than impressing Chad Wiley. She intended to learn everything she could from him.

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Part Two

THE EIGHTIES

Love Is a Battlefield

heartache to heartache, we stand

CHAPTER NINE

By the end of her sophomore year, there was no doubt in Tullys mind that Chad Wiley knew who she was. Shed taken two of his classes: Broadcast Journalism I and II. Whatever he taught, she took,- whatever he asked of her, she did. Full-bore. Balls to the wall.

The problem was this-, he didnt seem to recognize her talent. Theyd spent all of last week reading the news from a teleprompter. Each time she finished, she immediately looked at him, but he barely glanced up from his notes. Rather, he spooled off a criticism as if he were relaying a recipe to a troublesome neighbor, then called out, Next.

Day after day, week after week, class after class, Tully waited for him to respond to her obvious talent, to say, Youre ready for KVTS. Now it was the first week of May. With about six weeks left in her sophomore year, she was still waiting.

Plenty of things had changed in her life the past two years. Shed cut her hair shoulder-length and gone with bangs. Her style icon had gone from Farrah Fawcett-Majors to Jessica Savitch. Nineteen eighty was made for Tully: big hair, bright makeup, glittery fabric, and shoulder pads. No pale colors/sorority-girl styles for her. When she walked into a room these days, people noticed.

Except, of course, for Chad Wiley.

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But that was about to change,- Tully was sure this time. Last week shed finally racked enough credits to apply for a summer internship position at KVTS, the local public programming station that was housed on campus. Shed gotten up at six A.M. so that her name appeared first on the sign-up sheet. When shed been given the audition piece, shed gone home and practiced it endlessly, trying it at least a dozen different ways until she found the tone of voice that perfectly matched the tone of the story. Yesterday shed nailed the audition. She was certain of it. Now, finally, it was time to found out what position shed earned.

How do I look?

Kate didnt look up from The Thorn Birds. Awesome.

Tully felt a flash of irritation that was more and more familiar these days. Sometimes she just looked at Kate and felt her blood pressure skyrocket. It was all she could do not to yell.

The problem was love. Kate had spent all of their freshman year mooning over bad-haircut Brandt. By the time they finally dated, it was a letdown that ended fast. Still, Kate didnt seem to care. Through most of sophomore year, shed dated Ted, who supposedly loved her, and then Eric, who most certainly did not. Kate went to one fraternity dance after another, and though she never fell in love with any of the doofuses she datedand definitely didnt have sex with themshe talked about them constantly. Every sentence lately seemed to start with some guys name. Even worse, she hardly ever mentioned the broadcasting plan. She seemed perfectly happy to take classes in other departments. Whenever one of their sorority sisters got engaged, Kate rushed to be a part of the crowd that swooned over the ring.

In truth, Tully was sick of it. She kept writing news stories that the school paper wouldnt publish and hanging around the campus TV station, where no one would give her the time of day, and throughout all of this failure, when she could really use her best friend, Kate just kept yammering on about her latest date. You totally arent looking.

I dont have to.

You dont know how important this is to me.

Kate finally looked up. Youve been practicing one news story for

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two weeks. Even when I got up to pee in the middle of the night, I heard you rehearsing. Believe me, I know how psyched you are.

So how come youre so Joanie about this?

Im no Joanie. I just know youll get the anchor job.

Tully grinned. I will, wont I?

Of course. Youre wicked good. Youll be the first junior to actually be on air.

Professor Wiley will have to admit it this time. Tully grabbed her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. Want to come with me?

Cant. Im meeting Josh for a study group in Suzzallo.

That pretty much falls in the blows-chips category of dating, but to each his own. Tully snagged her sunglasses off the dresser and headed out.

The campus was bathed in cool sunlight on this mid-May day. Every plant was in bloom and the grass was so thick and lush it looked like patches of green velvet tucked neatly between strips of cement. She strode confidently through campus to the building that housed KVTS. There, she paused just long enough to smooth her sprayed hair, then went into the quiet, utilitarian-looking hallway. To her left was a bulletin board thick with notices. Roommate wanted: pot smoker only was the first one that caught her eye. She noticed that all the phone-number tabs had been ripped off of it, while the ad next to it (Roommate wanted-. Born-again Christian preferred) looked sadly intact.

Room 214 was shut. No slice of light ran along the floor beneath the door. Beside it, a piece of paper was tacked to the bulletin board.

SUMMER INTERNSHIP POSITIONS/DEPARTMENT

News/Anchor Steve Landis

Weather Jane Turner

Marketing & Community Relations Gretchen Lauber

Sports Dan Bluto

Afternoon Planning Eileen Hutton

Research Desk/Fact Checking Tully Hart

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Tully felt a surge of disappointment, then anger. She yanked open the door and slipped into the dark auditorium where no one could see her, muttering, Chad Wiley, you sorry-assed loser. You wouldnt know talent if it grabbed your tiny pecker and squeezed

I imagine youre talking about me.

She jumped at the sound of his voice.

He was not twenty feet away from her, standing in the shadows. His dark hair was even messier than usual,- it hung in curly disarray to his shoulders.

He moved closer, his fingers trailing on the back of the chair to his right. Ask me why you arent an evening news intern and Ill tell you.

I couldnt care less why.

Really? He looked at her for another long minute, unsmiling, then walked away from her, down the aisle and up onto the stage.

She could either keep her pride or risk her future. By the time she made her decision and hurried after him, he was backstage.

Okay … The word seemed to catch on something in her throat. Why?

He stepped toward her. For the first time she noticed the lines on his face, the creases in his cheeks. The dim overhead lighting accentuated every flaw, every hollow and mark on his skin. Whenever you come to class, I can tell youve chosen your clothes carefully and spent a lot of time on your hair and makeup.

He was looking at her now, seeing her. And she could see him, too. Past the shaggy unkemptness to the sharp bone structure that had once made him so handsome. But it was his eyes that grabbed her,- liquid brown and sad, they spoke to the empty places inside of her. Yeah. So?

You know youre beautiful, he said.

No stammering, no desperation. He was cool and steady. Unlike the boys she met at frat parties or on campus or in the taverns playing pool, he wasnt half drunk and desperate for a feel.

Im talented, too.

Maybe someday.

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The way he said it pissed her off. She was gathering her wits for a scathing comeback when he closed the distance between them. All she had time for was a bewildered, What are before he kissed her.

At the touch of his lips, gentle yet firm, she felt something exquisite and tender blossom inside her; for no reason at all, she started to cry. He must have tasted her tears, because he drew back, frowned at her. Are you a woman, Tully Hart, or a girl?

She knew what he was asking. As hard as shed tried to conceal her innocence, hed sensed it, tasted it. Woman, she lied, with only the barest wobble on the w. She knew now, after just one kiss, that whatever there was to know about sex, her pathetic rape in the woods had taught her none of it. Although she wasnt a virgin, she was something worse somehow, a reservoir of bad and painful memories, and yet, now, with him, for the first time she wanted more.

That was how shed felt with Pat that night, too.

No. This was different. She was a long way from that desperate, lonely girl who would have gone into any dark woods to be loved.

He kissed her again, murmuring, Good. This time the kiss went on and on, deepening into something that pulled at her insides and made her ache with need. By the time he began pressing his hips against hers, igniting a fire between her legs, shed forgotten all about being scared.

You want more? he whispered.

Yes.

He swept her into his arms and carried her to a broken-down sofa tucked against the shadowy back wall. There, he laid her down onto the bumpy, scratchy cushions and slowly, gently began to undress her. As if from far away, she felt her bra unsnap, her underpants peel off. And still his kiss went on and on, stoking this fire inside her.

When they were both naked, he lowered himself to the sofa and took her in his arms. The springs sagged beneath their weight, pinged in protest. No one has taken time with you, have they, Tully?

She saw her own desire reflected in his eyes, and for the first time she wasnt afraid in a mans arms. Is that what youre going to dotake your time?

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He brushed the damp hair away from her face. Im going to teach you things, Tully. Isnt that what you wanted from me?

It took Tully almost two hours to find Kate. She began her search at the study tables in the basement of the sorority. Next, she spun through the TV room and their bedroom,- she even checked on the sleeping porch, although at four oclock on a sunny May day, it was understandably empty. She tried the undergraduate library and Kates favorite carrel, then the graduate reading room, where several hippie-looking older students shushed her just for walking through the stacks. She was about ready to give up when she remembered the Annex.

Of course.

She ran through the sprawling campus to the small, two-story, peaked-roof house that they called the Annex. Sixteen lucky upperclass girls got to move out of the main house and into this place every quarter. It was party central. No house mothers, no one to monitor the doors,- it was as close to the real world as any of them were likely to get until they left the sorority altogether.

She opened the front door and called out Kates name. Someone in another room answered.

I think shes on the roof.

Tully grabbed a pair of TaBs from the fridge and went upstairs. In a back bedroom, the window was open. She leaned through the opening and looked out on the roof of the carport.

There was Kate, all by herself, in a skimpy white crocheted bikini, lying on a beach towel, reading a paperback novel.

Tully climbed out onto the ledge and crossed the carport roof, which they all called Black Beach. Hey, she said, offering Kate a TaB. Let me guess.- youre reading a romance novel.

Kate cocked her head and squinted into the sun, smiling. The Promise by Danielle Steel. Its really sad.

You want to hear about real romance?

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Like you would know anything about it. You havent gone on a date since we got here.

You dont have to go on a date to have sex.

Most people do.

Im not most people. You know that.

Yeah, right, Kate said. Like Im supposed to believe you got laid.

Tully grabbed one of the towels that had been left there and stretched out on it. Trying not to smile, she stared up at the blue sky and said, Three times, to be exact.

But you were just going to check on the summer internship … Kate gasped and sat up. You didnt.

Youre going to say were not supposed to have sex with our professors. I think its really more of a recommendation. A guideline. Still, you cant tell anyone.

You had sex with Chad Wiley.

Tully sighed dreamily at the way that sounded. It was totally cool, Katie. I mean it.

Wow. What did you do? What did he do? Did it hurt? Were you scared?

I was scared, Tully said quietly. At first all I could think about was … you know … the night with Pat. I thought I was going to get sick, or maybe run, but then he kissed me.

And?

And … I just sort of melted. He had my clothes off before I was even paying attention.

Did it hurt?

Yeah, but not like before. It surprised Tully how easy it was suddenly to mention the night she was raped. For the first time it was a more distant memory, something bad that had happened to her as a kid. Chads gentleness had shown her that sex didnt have to hurt, that it could be beautiful. After a while it felt amazingly good. Now I know what all those Cosmo articles are about.

Did he say he loved you?

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Tully laughed, but deep inside, it wasnt as funny as she wished it were. No.

Well, thats good.

Why? Im not good enough to fall in love with? Thats for nice Catholic girls like you?

Hes your prof, Tully.

Oh, that. I dont care about stuff like that. She looked at her friend. I thought youd go all romance-novel on me and say it was some kind of fairly tale.

I need to meet him, Kate said firmly.

Its not like we can double-date.

Then I guess Ill be the third wheel. Hey, he can probably get the senior rate if we go out to dinner.

Tully laughed. Bitch.

Maybe, but Im a bitch who wants more details. I want to know everything. Can I take notes?

Kate got off the bus and stood on the sidewalk, looking down at the directions in her hand.

This was the address.

All around her, people milled about the sidewalk. Several jostled her as they passed. She squared her shoulders and headed for the door. There was no point in worrying about this meetingshed been worrying for more than a month, and for most of that time shed also been nagging. It had not been easy to get Tully to agree to tonight.

But in the end, Kate had said the magic wordsthrown the Yahtzee: Dont you trust me? After that, it had only been a matter of scheduling.

So now, on this warm evening, she was moving toward a building that looked like a tavern, on a mission to save her best friend from making the biggest mistake of her life.

Sleeping with a professor.

Really, what good could come of that?

Inside the Last Exit on Brooklyn, Kate found herself in a world unlike

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anything shed ever seen before. First off, the place was huge. There had to be seventy-five tablesmarble ones along the walls and big, rough wooden ones in the center of the room. An upright piano and stage area seemed to be the centerpiece. On the wall beside the piano, a graying, curling poster of the Desiderata poem grabbed her attention. Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

Not that there was peace or silence in here. Or breathable air.

A thick blue-gray haze hung suspended, collecting in the high ceilings. Almost everyone was smoking. Cigarettes zipped up and down throughout the room, caught between fingers that gestured with each word. At first she didnt see any empty tables,- every one was full of people playing chess, or reading tarot cards, or arguing politics. Several people sat in chairs around a mic, strumming their guitars.

She made her way through the tables toward the back corner. Through an open door, she could see another area out back filled with picnic tables, where more people sat around talking and smoking.

Tully sat at a table way in the back, tucked in the shadowy corner. When she saw Kate, she stood up and waved.

Kate eased past a woman smoking a clove cigarette and sidled around

a post.

That was when she saw him.

Chad Wiley.

He wasnt at all what shed expected. He sat lazily in the chair, with one leg stretched out. Even in the smoke and shadows, she could see how handsome he was. He didnt look old. Tired, maybe, but in a worldweary kind of way. Like an aging gunslinger or a rock star. The smile he gave her started slowly, crinkling up his eyes, and in those eyes, she saw a knowledge that surprised her, made her miss a step.

He knew why she was here: a best friend coming to save a girl making a mistake by dating the wrong man.

You must be Chad, she said.

And you must be Katie.

She flinched at the unexpected use of her nickname. It was a forcible reminder that Chad knew Tully, too.

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Sit down, Tully said. Ill go get a waitress. She was on her feet and gone before Kate could stop her.

Kate looked at Chad; he eyed her back, smiling as if at some secret. This is an interesting place, she said to make conversation.

Its like a tavern without beer, he said. The kind of place where you can change who you are.

I thought change started from within.

Sometimes. Sometimes its forced upon you.

His words caused something to darken his eyes, an emotion of some kind. She was reminded of his backstory suddenly, the bright career hed lost. Theyd fire youthe universityif they found out about you and Tully, wouldnt they?

He drew his leg back, sat up straighten So thats how you want to play it. Good. I like direct. Yes. Id lose this career, too.

Are you some kind of risk junkie?

No.

Have you slept with your students before?

He laughed. Hardly.

So, why?

He glanced sideways, at Tully, who was at the crowded coffee bar, trying to order. You, of all people, shouldnt have to ask that. Why is she your best friend?

Shes special.

Indeed.

But what about her career? Shed be ruined if word got out that she was with you. Theyd say she slept her way to a degree.

Good for you, Katie. You should be looking out for her. She needs that. Shes … fragile, our Tully.

Kate didnt know which upset her morehis description of Tully as fragile or the way he said our Tully. Shes a steamroller. I dont call her Tropical Storm Tully for nothing.

Thats on the outside. For show.

Kate sat back, surprised. You actually care about her.

Mores the pity, I imagine. What will you tell her?

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About what?

You came here to find a way to convince her not to see me anymore, didnt you? You can certainly say Im too old. Or the prof angle is always a winner. Just so you know, I drink too much, too.

You want me to tell her those things?

He looked at her. No. I dont want you to tell her those things.

Behind them, a young man with wild hair and ratty-looking pants stepped up to the microphone. He introduced himself as Kenny Gorelick, then began playing a saxophone. His music was wildly romantic and jazzy,- for a few moments the talk in the place died down. Kate felt swept up in the music, transported by it. Gradually, though, it became background music and she looked at Chad. He was studying her intently. She knew how much it meant to him, this conversation, and how much Tully meant to him. That turned the tables neatly,- she was surprised by the suddenness of the switch. Now, sitting here, she was worried that Tully would ruin this man, who frankly looked as if he didnt have the stamina to take another hit like that. Before she could answer

the question hed posed, Tully was back, dragging a purple-haired waitress with her.

So, she said, frowning and a little breathless, are you friends yet?

Chad was the first to look up. Were friends.

Excellent, Tully said, sitting on his lap. Now who wants apple pie?

Chad dropped them off two blocks from the sorority house, on a dark street lined with aging boardinghouses that were filled with the kind of students who paid no attention to what sorority girls did.

It was nice to meet you, Kate said as she got out of the car. She stood on the sidewalk, waiting for Tully to quit making out with him.

Finally, Tully got out of the car and waved goodbye as Chads black Ford Mustang drove away.

Well? she demanded suddenly, turning to Kate. Hes handsome, isnt he?

Kate nodded. He sure is.

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And cool, right?

Definitely cool. She started to walk away, but Tully grabbed her sleeve, stopped her, and spun her around.

Did you like him?

Of course I liked him. Hes got a great sense of humor.

But?

Kate bit her lip, stalling for time. She didnt want to hurt Tullys feeling or piss her off, but what kind of friend would she be if she lied? The truth was, she bad liked Chad and she believed he truly cared about Tully, it was also true that she had a bad feeling about their relationship and meeting him had only made it worse.

Come on, Katie, youre scaring me.

I wasnt going to say anything, Tully, but since youre forcing me … I dont think you should be going out with him. Once her opinion broke through the dam, she couldnt stop. I mean, hes thirty-one years old. He has an ex-wife and a four-year-old daughter he never sees. You cant be seen publicly with him or hell get fired. What kind of relationship is that? Youre missing your college years.

Tully took a step back. Missing my college years? You mean going to dances in Tahitian costumes and shotgunning beer? Or dating guys like the nerds you seem to choosemost of them are only slightly smarter than a pet rock.

Maybe we should just agree to disagree …

You think Im with him for my career, dont you? To whatget better grades or a spot at the station?

Arent you? Just a little bit? Kate knew instantly she shouldnt have said it. Im sorry, she said, reaching for her friend. I didnt mean it.

Tully wrenched free. Of course you meant it. Miss Perfect with the best family and the flawless grades. I dont even know why you hang around with me: Im such a slut career hound.

Wait! Kate called out, but Tully was already gone, running down the dark street.

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Tully ran all the way to the bus stop on Forty-fifth. Bitch, she muttered, wiping her eyes. When the bus came, she paid her fare and climbed aboard, muttering, Bitch, twice more as she found a seat and sat down.

How could Kate have said those things to her?

Bitch, she said again, but this time the word leaked out, sounding forlorn.

The bus stopped less than a block from Chads house. She rushed up the sidewalk toward the small Craftsman-style home and knocked on the door.

He answered almost instantly, dressed in a pair of old gray sweats and a Rolling Stones T-shirt. She could tell by the way he smiled at her that he had expected her. Hey, Tully.

Take me to bed, she whispered throatily, pushing her hands up underneath his shirt.

They made their fumbling, kissing way through the house and to the small bedroom in the back. She stayed close to him, locked in his arms, kissing him deeply. She didnt look at him, couldnt, but it didnt matter. By the time they fell onto the bed, they were both naked and greedy.

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Tully lost herself and her pain in the pleasure of his hands and mouth, and when it was over and they lay there, entwined, she tried not to think of anything except how good he made her feel.

Do you want to talk about it?

She stared up at the plain, high-pitched ceiling that had become as familiar to her as her own dreams. What do you mean?

Come on, Tully.

She rolled on to her side and stared at him, propping her head into her hand.

He touched her face in a gentle caress. You and Kate fought about me, and I know how much her opinion means to you.

The words surprised her, though they shouldnt have. In the time theyd been sleeping together, shed somehow begun to reveal pieces of herself to him. It had begun accidentally, a comment here or there after sex or while they were drinking, and somehow grown from there. She felt safe in his bed, free from judgment or censure. They were lovers who didnt love each other, and that made talking easier. Still, she saw now that hed listened to all of her babble and let the words form a picture. The knowledge of that made her feel less lonely all of a sudden, and even though it scared her, she couldnt help being comforted by it.

She thinks its wrong.

It is wrong, Tully. We both know that.

I dont care, she said fiercely, wiping her eyes. Shes my best friend. Shes supposed to support me no matter what. Her voice broke on the last words, the promise theyd made to each other all those years ago.

Shes right, Tully. You should listen to her.

She heard something in his voice, a barely-there quaver that made her look deeply into his eyes. In them, she saw a sadness that confused her. How can you say that?

Im falling in love with you, Tully, and I wish I werent. He smiled sadly. Dont look so scared. I know you dont believe in it.

The truth of that settled heavily on her, made her feel old suddenly. Maybe someday I will. She wanted to believe that, at least.

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I hope so. He kissed her gently on the lips. And now, what are you going to do about Kate?

She wont talk to me, Mom. Kate leaned back against the cushioned wall of the tiny cubby known as the phone room. Shed had to wait almost an hour for her turn on this Sunday afternoon.

I know. I just hung up with her.

0/ course Tully would call first. Kate didnt know why that irritated her. She heard the telltale lighting of a cigarette through the phone lines. What did she tell you?

That you dont like her boyfriend.

Thats all? Kate had to be careful. If Mom found out Chads age, shed blow a gasket and Tully would really be pissed if she thought Kate had turned Mom against her.

Is there more?

No, she said quickly. Hes all wrong for her, Mom.

Your vast experience with men tells you this?

She didnt go to the last dance because he didnt want to. Shes missing out on college life.

Did you really think Tully would be your average sorority girl? Come on, Katie. Shes … dramatic. Full of dreams. It wouldnt hurt you to have a little of that fire, by the way.

Kate rolled her eyes. Always there was the subtleand not so subtle pressure to be like Tully. Were not talking about my future. Focus, Mom.

Im just saying

I heard you. So what do I do? She is avoiding me completely. I was trying to be a good friend.

Sometimes being a good friend means saying nothing.

Im just supposed to watch her make a mistake?

Sometimes, yes. And then you stand by to pick up the pieces. Tullys such a big personality,- its easy to forget her background and how easily she can be hurt.

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So what do I do?

Only you can answer that. My days of being your Jiminy Cricket are long past.

No more life-is speeches, huh? Great. Just when I could have used one.

Through the phone line came the hiss of exhaled smoke. I do know that shes going to be in the editing room at KVTS at one oclock.

Youre sure?

Thats what she said.

Thanks, Mom. I love you.

Love you, too.

Kate hung up and hurried back to her room, where she dressed quickly and put on a little makeup: concealer, mostly, to cover the zits that had broken out across her forehead since their fight.

She made her way across campus in record time. It was easy. This late in the quarter people were busy studying for finals. At the door to KVTS, she paused, steeling herself as if for battle, and then went inside.

She found Tully exactly where Mom had predicted: hunched in front of a monitor, logging the raw footage and interviews. At Kates entrance, she looked up.

Well, well, Tully said, standing up. If it isnt the head of the Moral Majority.

Im sorry, Kate said.

Tullys face crumpled at that, as if shed been holding her breath in and suddenly let it go. You were a real bitch.

I shouldnt have said all that. Its just … weve never held back from each other.

So that was our mistake. Tully swallowed, tried to smile. Failed. I wouldnt hurt you for the world. Youre my best friend. Im sorry. Swear it wont happen again. No guy will ever come between us. I swear. Kate meant it with every fiber of her being. If she had to staple her tongue down, shed do it. Their friendship was more important than any relationship. Guys would come and go,- girlfriends were forever. They knew that. Now its your turn.

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What do you mean?

Swear you wont bail on me again without talking. These last three

days really sucked. I swear it.

Tully wasnt quite sure how it had happened, but somehow this sleeping with her professor had graduated into a full-blown affair. No pun intended. Perhaps Kate had been right and it had begun as a kind of career move for her,- she no longer remembered. All she knew was that in his arms she felt content, and that was a new emotion for her.

And, of course, he was her mentor. In their time together hed taught her things it would have taken her years to discover by herself.

More importantly, hed shown her what making love was. His bed had become her port,- his arms her life ring. When she kissed him and let him touch her with an unimaginable intimacy, she forgot that she didnt believe in love. Her first time, back in those dark Snohomish woods, faded from her memory a little more each day, until one day she discovered that she no longer carried it around inside of her. It would always be a part of her, a scar on her soul, but like all scars, it faded in time from a bright and burning red to a slim, silvery line that could only sometimes be seen.

But even with all that, with all that hed shown and given her, it was beginning not to be enough. By fall semester of her senior year, she was growing impatient with the rarefied world of college. CNN had changed the face of broadcasting. Out in the real world, things were happening, things that mattered. John Lennon had been shot and killed outside his New York apartment,- a guy named Hinckley had shot President Reagan n a pathetic attempt to impress Jodie Foster,- Sandra Day OConner had become the first female Supreme Court justice,- and Diana Spencer had married Prince Charles in a ceremony so fairy-tale perfect that every girl in America believed in love and happy endings for the entire summer. Kate talked about the wedding so often and in such detail youd think shed been invited.

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All of it was headline news, made during Tullys life, and yet because she was in school, it was before her time. Oh, sure, she wrote the articles for the school paper and sometimes even got to read a few sentences here and there on air, but it was all make-believe, warm-up exercises for a game she wasnt yet allowed to play.

She yearned to swim in the real waters of local or national news. Shed grown even more tired of sorority dances and frat parties and that most archaic of all ritualsthe candle passings. Why all those sorority girls wanted to get engaged was beyond her. Didnt they know what was going on in the world, didnt they see the possibilities?

Shed done everything UW had to offer, taken every broadcast and print journalism class that mattered, and learned what she could from a years worth of interning at the public affairs station. It was time now to jump into the dog-eat-dog world of TV news. She wanted to surge into the crowd of reporters and elbow her way to the front.

Youre not ready, Chad said, sighing. It was the third time hed said it in as many minutes.

Youre wrong, she said, leaning toward the mirror above his dresser, applying one more coat of mascara. In the glam early eighties, you couldnt wear too much makeup or have too big a hairdo. Youve made me ready and we both know it. You got me to change my hair to this boring Jane Pauley bob. Every suit I own is black and my shoes look like a suburban housewifes. She put the mascara brush back in the holder and slowly turned around, studying the Lee press-on nails shed applied this morning. What more do I need?

He sat up in bed. From this distance he looked either saddened by their discussion or tired,- she wasnt sure which. You know the answer to that question, he said softly.

She dug through her purse for another color of lipstick. Im sick of college. I need to get into the real world.

Youre not ready, Tully. A reporter needs to exhibit a perfect mix of objectivity and compassion. Youre too objective, too cold.

This was the one criticism that bugged her. Shed spent years not feeling things. Now she was suddenly supposed to be both compassionate

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and objective at the same time. Empathetic but professional. She couldnt quite pull it off and she and Chad both knew it. Im not talking about the networks yet. Its just one interview for a part-time job until graduation. She walked over to the bed. In her black suit and white blouse, she was the picture of conservative chic. Shed even tamed the sexiness of her shoulder-length hair by pulling it back into a banana clip. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, she pushed a long lock of hair away from his eyes. Youre just not ready for me to go out into the world.

He sighed, touched her jawline with his knuckle. Its true I prefer you in my bed to out of it.

Admit it-. Im ready. Shed intended to sound sexy and grown-up, but the vulnerable tremble in her voice betrayed her. She needed his approval like she needed air or sunlight. Shed go without it, of course, but less confidently, and today she needed every scrap of confidence she could find.

Ah, Tully, he said finally. You were born ready.

Smiling triumphantly, she kissed himhardthen got up and grabbed her vinyl briefcase. Inside it was a handful of resumes printed on heavy ivory stock,- several business cards that read, Tallulah Hart, TV news reporter, and a videotape of a story shed done on-air for KVTS.

Break a leg, Chad said.

I will. She caught the bus in front of the Kidd Valley hamburger stand. Even though she was a senior, she hadnt bothered with bringing her car to school. Parking was expensive and hard to find. Besides, the Mularkeys loved having her grans old land yacht.

All the way through the U District and into the city, she thought about what she knew about the man she was going to meet. At twentysix, he was already a well-respected former on-air reporter whod won some big reporting award during a Central American conflict. Somethingnone of the articles said whathad brought him home, where hed suddenly changed career tracks. Now he was a producer for the smaller office of one of the local stations. She had practiced endlessly what she would say.

Its nice to meet you, too, Mr. Ryan.

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Yes, I have had an impressive amount of experience jor a woman of my acje.

Im committed to being a first-rate journalist and hope, no, expect to

The bus came to a smoking, wheezing stop on the corner of First and Broad.

She hurried off the bus and down the steps. As she stood beneath the bus stop sign, consulting her notes, it started to rain, not hard enough to require an umbrella or a hood, but just enough to ruin her hair and poke her in the eyes. She ducked her head to protect her makeup and ran up the block to her destination.

The small concrete building with curtainless windows sat in the middle of the block with a parking lot beside it. Inside, she consulted the tenant board and found what she was looking for: KCPOSUITE 201.

She perfected her posture, smiled professionally, and went up to Suite 201.

There, she opened the door and almost walked right into someone.

For a moment Tully was actually taken aback. The man standing in front of her was gorgeousunruly black hair, electric-blue eyes, shadowy stubble of a beard. Not what shed expected at all.

Are you Tallulah Hart?

She extended her hand. I am. Are you Mr. Ryan?

I am. He shook her hand. Come in. He led her through a small front room cluttered with papers and cameras and stacks of newspapers everywhere. A couple of open doors revealed other empty offices. Another guy stood in the corner, smoking a cigarette. He was huge, at least six-foot-five, with shaggy blond hair and clothes that looked as if hed slept in them. A giant marijuana leaf decorated his T-shirt. At their entrance, he looked up.

This is Tallulah Hart, Mr. Ryan said by way of introduction.

The big guy grunted. She the one with the letters?

Thats her. Mr. Ryan smiled at Tully. Hes Mutt. Our cameraman.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Mutt.

That made them both laugh and the sound of their laughter only cemented her anxiety that she was too young for this.

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He led her into a corner office and pointed to a metal chair in front of a wooden desk. Have a seat, he said, closing the door behind him.

He took a seat behind the desk and looked at her.

She sat up straight, trying to look older.

So, youre the one who has been clogging my mail with tapes and resumes. Im sure, with all your ambition, youve researched us. Were the Seattle team for K.CPO in Tacoma. We dont have an internship program here.

That what your letters said.

I know. I wrote them. Leaning back in his chair, he wishboned his arms behind his head.

Did you read my articles and watch my tapes?

Actually, thats why youre here. When I realized you werent going to stop sending me audition tapes, I figured I might as well watch one.

And?

And youll be good one day. Youve got that thing.

One day? Will be?

But youre a long way from ready.

Thats why I want this internship.

The nonexistent one, you mean.

Ill work twenty to thirty hours a week for free, and I dont care if I get college credit or not. Ill write copy, fact-check, do research. Anything. How can you go wrong?

Anything? He was looking at her intently now. Will you make coffee and vacuum and clean the bathroom?

Who does all that now?

Mutt and me. And Carol, when shes not following a story.

Then absolutely I will.

So youll do whatever it takes.

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I will.

He sat back, studying her closely. You understand youd be a grunt, and an unpaid one at that.

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I understand. I could work Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.

Finally he said, Okay, Tallulah Hart. He stood up. Show me what you can do.

I will. She smiled. And its Tully.

He walked her back through the office. Hey, Mutt, this is our new intern, Tully Hart.

Cool, Mutt said, not looking up from the camera equipment in his lap.

At the door, Mr. Ryan paused and looked at her. I hope you intend to take this job seriously, Ms. Hart. Or this is an experiment that will have a shorter shelf life than milk.

You can count on me, Mr. Ryan.

Call me Johnny. Ill see you Friday. Say eight A.M.?

Ill be here.

She played and replayed the encounter over and over in her head as she walked briskly down the street to the bus stop and caught a ride.

Shed actually made her own internship. Someday, when Phil Donahue interviewed her, shell tell this story to show her gutsy determination.

Yes, Phil. It was a bold move, but you know broadcasting. Its a dog-eat-dog world, and I was a girl with ambition.

But shed tell Katie first. Nothing was quite perfect until she shared it with Kate.

This was the start of their dream.

The cherry trees in the Quad marked the passing of time better than any calendar. Pink and full of blossoms in the spring,- lush and green in the warm, quiet days of summer,- gloriously hued for the start of school,- and now, bare on this November day in 1981.

For Kate, life was moving much too quickly. She was light-years away from the shy, quiet girl shed been on arrival. In her years at UW, shed learned to direct Rush Week skits, to organize and plan a dance for three hundred people, to chug a glass of beer and shoot a raw oyster, to work the room at a frat party and be comfortable around people

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she didnt know, to write edgy news stories with a hook and a splash, and to film that same story even if she was moving while it happened. Her journalism professors had graded her highly and told her repeatedly that she had a gift.

The problem, it seemed, was her heart. Unlike Tully, who could barrel forward and ask any question, Kate found it hard to intrude on peopies grief. More and more often lately, she held back on her own stories and edited Tullys instead.

She didnt have what it took to be a network news producer or a first-rate reporter. Every day, as she sat in her broadcast and communications classes, she was lying to herself.

She dreamed lately of other things, of going on to law school so that she could fight the injustices she reported on, or writing novels that made people see the world in a better, more positive light … orand this was the most hidden dream of allfalling in love. But how could she tell Tully these things?

Tully, who had taken her hand all those years ago when no one else would, whod spun the gossamer dream of their lives as partners in TV news. How could she tell her best friend that she no longer shared their dream?

It should be easy to say. Theyd been girls all those years ago when theyd chosen to embark on their tandem life. In the years between then and now, the world had changed so much. The war in Vietnam had been lost, Nixon had resigned, Mount St. Helens had blown up, and cocaine had become the Chex mix for a new generation of partygoers. The U.S. hockey team had pulled off a miracle win at the Olympics and a B-rate actor was president. Dreams could hardly remain static in such uncertain times.

She simply had to stand up to Tully, for once, and tell her the truth, say, Those are your dreams, Tully, and Im proud of you, but Im not fourteen anymore and I cant follow you forever.

Maybe today, she said aloud, dragging her backpack along beside her as she walked through the gray, foggy campus.

If only she really had a dream of her own, something to replace the

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twin-TV news stars. Tully might accept that,- Kates vague, I dont know, wouldnt hold much water with Tropical Storm Tully.

On the edge of campus, she merged into the stream of kids and crossed the street, smiling and waving at friends as she passed them. At the sorority house, she went right to the living room, where girls sat packed like hot dogs on the sofas and chairs and on every patch of the celery-green carpet.

She tossed her backpack to the floor and found a spot on the floor between Charlotte and Mary Kay. Has it started?

About thirty people shushed her as the General Hospital theme music started. Lauras face filled the screen. She looked beautiful and dewy-eyed in a gorgeous white headdress. A collective sigh went around the room.

Then Luke appeared in his gray morning suit, smiling at his brideto-be.

Just then, the sorority door banged open. Kate! Tully yelled, walking into the room.

Ssshhh, everyone said at once.

Tully squatted behind Kate. We need to talk.

Shh. Luke and Laura are getting married. You can tell me about your interviewyou got it: congratulationswhen its over. Now be quiet.

But

Shhh.

Tully sank to her knees, mumbling, How can you all be so gaga over some skinny white guy with a bad perm? And hes a rapist. I think

SHHH.

Tully sighed dramatically and crossed her arms.

As soon as it was over and the music started up again, she popped to her feet. Come on, Katie. We need to talk. She grabbed Kates hand and led her away from the publicness of the TV room, through the halls, and down a flight of stairs to the sororitys dirty little secret: the smoking lounge. It was a tiny room, tucked behind the kitchen, with two love seats, a coffee table littered with full ashtrays, and air so thick and blue it hurt your eyes, even when no one was in the room. It was the place for after-party gossip and late-night laughter.

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Kate hated it down here. The habit that had seemed so cool and defiant at thirteen was gross and stupid now. So, tell me everything. You got the internship, right?

Tully grinned. I did. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Some weekends. Were on our way, Katie. Ill nail this job and by the time we graduate, Ill talk them into hiring you. Well be a team, just like we always said.

Kate took a deep breath. Do it. Tell her. You shouldnt be worrying about me, Tully. This is your day, your start.

Dont be ridiculous. You still want to be a team, dont you? Tully paused, stared at Kate, who screwed up her courage and opened her mouth. Then Tully laughed. Of course you do. I knew it. You were just messing with me. Very funny. Ill talk to Mr. Ryanhes my new boss just as soon as he cant live without me. Now I gotta run. Chad will want to hear about the interview, but I had to tell you first. Tully hugged her fiercely and left.

Kate stood there, in the small, ugly room that smelled of stale cigarettes, staring at the open door. No, she said softly. I dont want to do that.

There was no one listening.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Thanksgiving in the Mularkey household was always a spectacle. Aunt Georgia and Uncle Ralph drove over from eastern Washington, bringing enough food with them to feed an entire community. In years past, theyd had their four children with them, but now those kids were adults themselves and sometimes had other families to visit on the holiday. This year, Georgia and Ralph were alone, and looking a little dazed by their situation. Georgia had poured herself a drink before she even bothered saying hello to anyone in the house.

Kate sat on the threadbare arm of the cherry-red sofa that had been the centerpiece of this living room for as long as she could remember. Tully sat cross-legged on the floor at Moms feet. It was her usual spot on holidays. Tully rarely liked to be too far from the woman she considered the perfect mother. Mom, in Dads La-Z-Boy, was across from Georgia, who sat on the sofa.

It was the girlfriend houra family tradition. Georgia had devised it years agobefore there were any kids to care about, or so family legend had it. Every holiday, for one hour, while the men were watching football, the women gathered in the living room to have cocktails and catch up on the news. They all knew that soon enough there would be

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a Herculean amount of work to do in the kitchen, but for sixty minutes, no one cared.

This year, for the first time ever, Mom had poured glasses of white wine for Kate and Tully. It made Kate feel very grown up to sit here on the arm of the sofa, sipping her wine. Already the first Christmas album of the year was on the turntable. Elvis, naturally, singing about the little boy in the ghetto.

It was funny how an album, or even just a song, could remind you of so many moments in your life. Kate didnt think there had ever been any family eventChristmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, the yearly camping tripthat had been Elvis-free. It just wasnt a Mularkey family moment without him. Mom and Georgia made sure of that. His death hadnt changed the tradition at all, but sometimes, if they drank enough, theyd hug each other and cry for the loss of him.

You should see what I got to do this week, Tully said, rising to her knees in her excitement. Kate couldnt help noticing that she looked like a supplicant, waiting for Moms blessing. You know the Spokane rapist case? Well, she said dramatically, luring them in, the guy they arrested? His mother hired someone to kill the judge and prosecutor. Can you believe it? And Johnnythats my bosshe let me do a first draft of the copy. They even used a sentence I wrote. It was so cool. Next week hes letting me tag along to an interview with a guy who invented some new kind of computer.

Youre really on your way now, Tully, Mom said, smiling down at her.

Not just me, Mrs. M., Tully said. Its going to work out with Kate, too. Ill get her an internship at the station,- youll see. Im already starting to drop hints. Someday youll see us both on TV. The first pair of female anchors on a network news show.

Think of it, Margie, Georgia said dreamily.

Anchors? Kate said, straightening. I thought we were going to be reporters.

Tully grinned. With our ambition? Are you kidding? Were going straight to the top, Katie.

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Kate had to say something now. This was spinning out of control, and honestly, today was a good time to come clean. A round of drinks had softened everyone. I should tell you

Well be more famous than Jean Enersen, Mrs. M., Tully said, laughing. And definitely richer.

Imagine being rich, Mom said.

Aunt Georgia patted Kates thigh. Everyone in the family is so proud of you, Katie. Youll make a name for all of us.

Kate sighed. Once again shed lost her chance. Getting up, she walked across the room, past the corner where soon the Christmas tree would be placed, and stood at the window, looking out over the pasture. A blanket of glittery white coated the field, created sparkly mounds on the fence posts. Moonlight turned everything a beautiful frosty blue and white,- with the black velvet sky, it looked like a greeting card. As a girl, shed waited impatiently for this unexpected weather, prayed for it for months, and no wonder. Covered in snow, Firefly Lane looked like something out of a fairy tale. The kind of place where nothing could \ I ever go wrong, where a girl should be able to simply tell her family that shed changed her mind.

The last few months of their senior year were perfection. Although Tully spent more than twenty-five hours a week at the station where she was interning, and Kate spent an equal number of hours working at Starbucks, the new designer coffee shop in the Pike Place Market, they made sure to spend a lot of their weekend time together, playing pool and drinking beer at Goldies or listening to music at the Blue Moon Tavern. Tully spent a lot of her nights at Chads, but Kate didnt say much about that. Truthfully, she was having too much fun dating to hassle Tully about her choices.

The only problem in Kates lifeand it was a biggiewas her upcoming graduation. She was going to graduate next month with honors, with a degree in communications/broadcast journalism, and she still hadnt told anyone that it wasnt her dream job.

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Now, though, she was going to come clean. She was in one of the third-floor phone rooms, folded up to fit, and shed just dialed home.

Mom answered on the second ring. Hello?

Hey, Mom.

Katie! What a great surprise. I cant remember the last time you called in the middle of the week. You must be psychic: Dad and I just got home from the mall. You should see the dress I got for graduation. Its beautiful. Dont let anyone tell you JC Penney doesnt have great clothes.

What does it look like? Kate was stalling,- with half an ear, she listened to her moms description. Mom had just said something about shoulder pads and glitter when Kate jumped in. I just applied for a job at Nordstrom, Mom. In the advertising department.

There was a noticeable pause on the other end, then the telltale sound of a cigarette being lit. I thought you and Tully were going to be

I know. Kate leaned back against the wall. A reporting team. World-famous and rich.

Whats really going on, Kathleen?

Kate tried to put her indecision into words. She just didnt know what she wanted to do with the rest of her life. She believed there had to be

something special out there for her, a path that was hers alone and held happiness at its end, but where was the start of it? Im not like Tully, she finally said, admitting the truth shed known for a long time. I dont eat, sleep, and breathe the news. Sure, Im good enough to get all As and my profs love me because Im never late with an assignment, but journalism TV or printis a jungle. Ill be eaten alive by people like Tully wholl do anything for a scoop. Its just not realistic to think I can make it.

Realistic? Realistic is your dad and me trying to manage our expenses when they keep cutting his hours at the plant. Realistic is me being a smart woman who cant get a job at anything better than minimum wage because I have no education and all Ive done is raise kids. Believe me, Katie, you dont want to be realistic at your age. Theres plenty of time for that. Now you should dream big and reach high.

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I just want something different.

What?

I wish I knew.

Oh, Katie … I think youre afraid to reach for the brass ring. Dont be.

Before Katie could answer, there was a knock at the door. Im in here, she called out.

The door swung open to reveal Tully. There you are. Ive been looking everywhere. Who are you talking to?

Mom.

Tully yanked the phone from Kate and said, Hey, Mrs. M. Im kidnapping your daughter. Well call back later. Bye. She hung up, then turned to Kate. Youre coming with me.

Where are we going?

Youll see. Tully led her out of the house and down to the parking lot, where her new blue VW bug waited.

All the way into downtown Seattle, Kate asked where they were going and what was up until they pulled up in front of a small office building.

This is where I work, Tully said when she turned off the engine. I cant believe youve never been here before. Oh, well, youre here now.

Kate rolled her eyes. Now she knew what was happening: Tully wanted to show off some new triumpha reel, a tape, a story shed done that had actually been aired. As usual, Kate followed. Look, Tully, she said as they made their way down the colorless hallway and into the small, cluttered space that was the Seattle office of KCPO-TV, I need to tell you something.

Tully opened the door. Sure. Later. Thats Mutt, by the way. She pointed to a huge, long-haired, hunched-over guy standing by the open window, who was blowing his cigarette smoke outside.

Hey, he said, barely lifting a single finger in greeting.

Carol Mansourshes the reporteris at a city council meeting, Tully said, leading Kate toward a closed door.

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Tully stopped at the door and knocked. When a male voice anI swered, Tully opened the door and pulled Kate inside. Johnny? This is my friend Katie.

A man looked up from behind his desk. Youre Kate Mularkey, huh?

He was, hands down, the bestlooking man Kate had ever seen. He was older than they were, but not by much,- maybe five or six years. His long black hair was thick and feathered back, with the barest hint of curl at the ends. Prominent cheekbones and a smallish chin could have made him look pretty, but there was nothing feminine about him. When he smiled at her, she drew in a sharp breath, feeling a jolt of pure physical attraction that was unlike anything shed ever experience before.

And here she stood, dressed for work in her preppy Gloria Vanderbilt jeans, penny loafers, and red V-neck sweater. All of last nights curl had fallen out of her hair and she hadnt redone it this morning. She hadnt bothered with makeup, either.

She was going to kill Tully.

Ill leave you two alone, Tully said, skipping out of the office, closing the door behind her.

Please. Have a seat, he said indicating the empty chair across from his desk.

She sat down, perching nervously on the edge of the chair.

Tully tells me youre a genius.

Well, she is my best friend.

Youre lucky. Shes a special girl.

Yes, sir, she is.

He laughed at that,- it was a rich, contagious sound that made her smile, too. Please, dont call me sir. It makes me think some old guy is behind me. He leaned forward. So, Kate, what do you think?

About what?

The job.

What job?

He glanced at the door, said, Hmmm, thats interesting, then

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looked at her again. We have an opening for an office person. Carol used to do all of the phones and filing, but shes going to have a baby, so the cheap-ass station manager has finally kicked in for a little help.

But Tully

She wants to stay an intern. Says that thanks to her grandmother she doesnt need the money. Between you and me, shes not great at answering the phones anyway.

This was all coming at Kate too fast. Only an hour ago, shed finally admitted that she didnt want to go into broadcasting, and now here she was being offered a job every kid in her department at UW would kill for.

Whats the pay? she asked, stalling.

Minimum wage, of course.

She did the math in her head. With tips, she made close to double that much at Starbucks.

Come on, he said, smiling. How can you turn me down? You can be a receptionist in an ugly office for next to no money. Isnt it every college grads dream?

She couldnt help laughing. When you put it that way, how could I refuse?

Its a start in the glamorous world of TV news, right?

His smile was like some kind of superpower that scrambled her thoughts. Is it? Glamorous, I mean?

He looked surprised by the question, and for the first time he really looked at her. His fake smile faded, and the look in his blue eyes turned hard, cynical. Not in this office.

He got to her. She didnt know why, but it was powerful, this attraction she felt. Nothing like how shed responded to college boys. It was another reason not to take the job.

Behind her, the door opened. Tully came through, practically bouncing. Well, did you say yes?

It was crazy to take a job because you were hot for the boss.

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She didnt look at Tully. If she did, Kate knew shed feel as if she were selling out, following again, and for all the wrong reasons.

But how could she say no? Maybe in a real job shed find that passion and brilliance she needed. The more she thought about it, the more possible it seemed. School wasnt the real world. Perhaps that was why the news business hadnt seized hold of her. Here, the stories would matter.

Sure, she said at last. Ill try it, Mr. Ryan.

Call me Johnny. The smile he gave her was so unsettling she actually had to look away. She was sure somehow that he could see inside her or hear how fast he made her heart beat. Okay, Johnny.

All right, Tully said, clapping her hands together.

Kate couldnt help noticing how her friend instantly seized Johnnys full attention. He was sitting at his desk now, staring at Tully.

That was when Kate knew shed made a mistake.

Kate stared at herself in the small oval mirror above the dresser. Her

long, straight, highlighted hair was drawn back from her face and held in place by a black velvet headband. Pale blue eye shadow and two coats of green mascara accentuated the color of her eyes, and pink lip gloss and blush gave her skin some color.

Youll learn to love the news, she said to her reflection. And youre not just following Tully.

Hurry up, Kate, Tully called out, knocking hard on the bedroom door. You dont want to be late on your first day of work. Ill be down in the parking lot.

Okay, so maybe you are following her. Grabbing her briefcase off the twin bed that was hers, she left her bedroom and headed downstairs.

In this last week of school, the hallways were crazy-busy with girls studying for finals, saying goodbye, and packing up their things. Kate wound through the melee and went out to the small parking lot behind the house, where Tully sat in her brand-new VW Bug, with the engine running.

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The second Kate sat down and slammed the door shut, they were off. Princes Purple Rain soundtrack blared from the tiny speakers. Tully had to yell over the music.

This is so great, isnt it? Us finally going to work together.

Kate nodded. It sure is. She had to admit she was excited. After all, she was a college graduateor would be soonand shed found an excellent starter position in her major field. It didnt matter that Tully had gotten the job for her, or that she was essentially following her best friend. What mattered was doing this job to the best of her abilities and finding out if broadcast journalism was for her. Tell me about our boss, she said, turning down the stereo.

Johnny? Hes totally good at what he does. Used to be a war correspondent. In El Salvador or Libya,- who the hell knows? I hear he misses combat, but hes a great producer. You can learn a lot from him.

Have you ever wanted to go out with him?

Tully laughed. Just because I slept with my prof doesnt mean every boss is fair game.

Kate was relieved by that,- more so than she should be. She wanted to ask if Johnny was marriedshed wanted to ask the question for almost a weekbut she couldnt quite form the words. Theyd be too revealing.

Here we are. Tully pulled up to the curb outside the building and parked. All the way up the stairs and down the hall, she talked about how great it was going to be to work together, but once they were in the small, cramped set of offices, she made a beeline for Mutt and huddled with him.

Kate stood there, clutching her fake leather briefcase to her chest, wondering what she should do.

She had just decided to take off her jacket when Johnny appeared, looking both incredibly handsome and profoundly pissed off.

Mutt! Carol! he yelled, even though they were all standing right there. That new company, Microsoft, is announcing something. I dont know what the hell it is. Mike is faxing the info. They want you to go to the company headquarters and see if you can talk to the boss. Bill Gates.

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Tully surged forward. Can I tag along?

Who cares? Its a bullshit story, Johnny said, then went back into his office and slammed the door.

The next few moments were a blur of chaotic movement. Carol, Tully, and Mutt gathered up their supplies and rushed out of the office.

Kate stood there after they left, in the now-quiet, vacant office, wondering what in the hell she was supposed to do.

Beside her, the phone rang.

She peeled out of her jacket, hung it over her chair back and sat down, then answered. KCPO news. This is Kathleen. How may I help you?

Hey, honey, its Mom and Dad. We just wanted to call and say have a great first day at work. Were so proud of you.

Kate was hardly surprised. Some things in life never changed,- her family was one of them. She loved them for it. Thanks, guys.

For the next few hours, she found it remarkably easy to fill her time. The phone rang almost constantly, and the in-box on her desk looked as if it hadnt been touched in years. The files were an absolute mess.

She became so engrossed in her work that the next time she looked at the clock it was one oclock and she was starving.

Certainly she was allowed a lunch break? She got up from her desk and crossed the now-clean office. At Johnnys door, she paused, gathered her courage to knock, but before she could do it, she heard yelling from his side of the door. He was on the phone, arguing with someone.

It was better not to interrupt. She set the phones answering machine on automatic pickup and ran downstairs to the deli. There, she bought herself half a ham and cheese sandwich. On impulse, she bought a cup of clam chowder and a BLT as well. A pair of Cokes finished her order. Bag in hand, she ran upstairs and switched the phones back on.

Then she went to Johnnys door again,- silence came from the other side.

She knocked timidly.

Come in.

She opened the door.

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He sat at his desk, looking tired. His long hair was a mess, as if hed been running his fingers through it constantly, shoving it back from his face. Dozens of newspapers covered his desk, so many that even the phone was hidden. Mularkey, he said, sighing. Shit. I forgot you started today.

Kate wanted to make a joke about it, but her voice wouldnt cooperl ate. She was so keenly aware of him, it was vaguely disturbing that he hadnt even known she was here.

Come on in. What do you have there?

Lunch. I thought you might be hungry.

You bought me lunch?

Was that wrong? Im sorry, I

Sit down. He pointed at the chair opposite his desk. I appreciate it, really. I cant remember the last time I ate.

She moved to the desk, began unpacking their lunch. All the while she felt him watching her, those flame-blue eyes of his intently staring. It made her so nervous she almost spilled the chowder.

Hot soup, he said, his voice low now, intimate. So youre one of those.

She sat down, looking at him, unable not to. One of those?

A caretaker. He picked up the spoon. Let me guess: You grew up in a happy family. Two kids and a dog. No divorce.

She laughed. Guilty. How about you?

No dog. Not so happy.

Oh. She tried to think of something else to say. Are you married? popped out before she could stop it.

Nope. Never. You?

She smiled. No.

Good for you. This is a job that takes focus.

Kate felt like an imposter. Here she was, sitting across from her boss, trying to focus on saying something that would make him admire her, and she couldnt even make eye contact. It was crazy. He wasnt that good-looking. Something about him just hit her so damn hard she

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couldnt think straight. Finally she said, You think theyll come up with a good story at Microsoft?

Israel invaded Lebanon yesterday. Did you know that? Theyve driven the Palestinians back to Beirut. Thats the real story. And were in the shit-ass office, dicking around with soft news. He sighed. Im sorry. Im just having a bad day. And its your first. He smiled, but it didnt reach his eyes. And you bought me soup. Tomorrow Ill play nice, I promise.

Tully told me you used to be a war correspondent.

Yeah.

I guess you loved that, huh?

She saw something flash through his eyes then,- her first instinct would have been to label it sadness, but how could she know? It was insane.

How come you quit?

Youre too young to understand.

Im not that much younger than you. Try me.

He sighed. Sometimes life kicks the shit out of you,- thats all. Its like the Stones said: You cant always get what you want.

The song says something about getting what you need instead.

He looked at her then, and for a split second, she knew shed gotten his attention. Did you find enough to keep yourself busy this morning?

The files were a mess. So was the in-box. And I organized and shelved all those tapes that were in the corner.

He laughed. It transformed his face, made him so handsome she drew in a sharp breath. Weve been trying to get Tully to do all that for months.

Ill J. j i, n

I didnt mean

Dont worry. You didnt get your friend in trouble. Believe me, I know what to expect from Tully.

Whats that?

Passion, he said simply, packing the empty sandwich wrapper into the Styrofoam soup cup.

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Kate almost flinched at the way he said it, and she knew suddenly that she was in trouble. No matter how often she reminded herself that he was her boss, it didnt matter. In the end, what mattered was how she felt when she was near him.

Falling. There was no other word to describe it.

And yet, for the rest of the day, as she answered the phones and filed papers, she replayed in her head that last moment with him and the easy, straightforward way hed answered her question about Tully: passion.

Mostly she remembered the way hed smiled in admiration when hed said it.

CHAPTER TWELVE

The summer after graduation came as close to Heaven as Tully could imagine. She and Kate found a cheap 1960s-style apartment in a great locationabove the Pike Place Market. They brought in furniture from Grans house and filled the kitchen with forty-year-old Revereware pots and Spode china. On the walls, they tacked up favorite posters and put pictures of themselves on all the end tables. Mrs. Mularkey had surprised them one day with bags of groceries and several silk plants, to give the place a homey feel, she said.

The neighborhood created their lifestyle. They were within walking distance of several barstheir favorites were the Athenian inside the Market, and the smoky old Virginia Inn on the corner. At six oclock in the morning, amid the beeping of delivery trucks and the honking of horns, they walked across the street for lattes from Starbucks and bought croissants from La Panier, a French bakery.

As working single girls, they fell into an easy routine. Each morning they went out for breakfast, sat at ironwork tables on the sidewalk, and read the various papers that they collected. The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal, and the Seattle Times and Post-Intelligencer became their bibles, when they were done, they drove to the office, where every day they earned something new about the business of TV news, and after work,

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they changed into glittery big shoulder-padded tunics and peg-legged pants and went to one of the many downtown clubs. On any given night they could listen to punk rock, new wave, rock n roll, or pop whatever they felt like.

And since Tully didnt have to hide Chads existence anymore, he often took both Katie and her out, and they had a blast.

It was everything she and Kate had dreamed of, all those years ago on the dark banks of the Pilchuck River, and Tully loved every minute of it.

Now they were pulling up to the office. All the way out of the car and into the building, they talked.

But the minute Tully opened the door, she knew something was up. Mutt was near the window, hurriedly packing up his camera gear. Johnny was in his office, yelling at someone on the phone.

Whats going on? Tully asked, tossing her purse on Kates neat-asa-pin desk.

Mutt looked up. Theres a protest going on. Its our story.

Wheres Carol?

In the hospital. Labor.

This was Tullys chance. She went straight into Johnnys office, without even bothering to knock. Let me go on air. I know you think Im not ready, but I am. And who else is there?

He hung up the phone and looked at her. I already told the station youd do the report. Thats what all the yelling was about. He came around the desk and moved toward her. Dont let me down, Tully.

Tully knew it was unprofessional, but she couldnt help herself: she hugged him. Youre the best. Ill make you proud. Youll see.

She was halfway to the door when he cleared his throat and said her name. She stopped, turned.

Dont you want to read the background stuff? Or do you want to go in blind?

Tully felt her cheeks heat up. Whoops. Ill read it. He handed her a sheath of slippery fax paper. Its about some housewife in Yelm who channels ghosts. J. Z. Knight.

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Tully frowned. Is that a problem?

No. I just … know someone who lives out there. Thats all. Well, there wont be time for visiting friends. Now go. I want you back by two to edit.

Without Mutt and Tully, the office was quiet. It was only the second time all summer that Kate had been alone in the office with Johnny. A little unnerved by the silenceas well as by the sight of his open door and the knowledge that he was just on the other side of itshe tended to answer the phone too quickly and even sound a little breathless when she did it.

When Tully was here, there was the noise and commotion. She lived for TV news and no moment of it was beneath her contemplation. All day, every day, she badgered Johnny and Carol and Mutt with questions,- she continually sought their collective advice on every topic.

Kate had lost track of the times shed seen Mutt roll his eyes as Tully walked away from a conversation. Carol was even less accommodating,- the lead reporter barely talked to Tully lately. Not that Tully seemed to care. What mattered to Tully was the news: first, last, and always.

Kate, on the other hand, cared about the people in the office more than she cared about the stories they followed. She had been befriended almost instantly by Carol, who often took her out to lunch to talk about her impending birth, and just as often called upon Kate to edit her copy or research stories. Mutt, too, had chosen Kate as his confidante. He spent long hours talking to her about his family probems and the woman who refused to marry him.

The only person Kate hadnt connected with was Johnny.

She was a nervous wreck around him. All he had to do was look her Way and smile, and shed drop whatever was in her hand. She consistently stuttered when giving him his messages and tripped over the ripped carpet edge in his office.

It was pathetic.

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At first, Kate figured it was his looks. He was Irish-Catholic-boy perfeet, with his black hair and blue eyes, and when he smiled his whole face crinkled in a way that made her breath catch in her throat.

Shed assumed her infatuation wouldnt last, that in time, as she got to know him, his looks would be less arresting for her. At the very least she thought shed develop an immunity to his smile.

No such luck. Everything he said and did tightened the noose around her heart. Beneath his cynical veneer, shed glimpsed an idealist, and even more: a wounded one. Something had broken Johnny, left him here, on the fringes of the big story, and the mystery of it tantalized her.

She went over to the corner, where a stack of tapes lay in a heap, waiting to be put away. Shed just picked up an armful when Johnny appeared in the doorway of his office. Hey, he said. Are you busy?

She dropped the stack of tapes. Idiot. No, she said. Not really.

Lets grab a real lunch. Its a slow news day and Im sick of deli sandwiches.

Uh … sure. She concentrated on the tasks in front of her: switching on the answering machine, putting on her sweater, picking up her purse.

He came up beside her. Ready?

Lets go.

She walked alongside him down the block and across the street. Now and then his body brushed against hers, and she was acutely aware of every contact.

When they finally got to the restaurant, he led her over to a table in the corner that overlooked Elliott Bay and the shops at Pier 70. A waitress showed up almost instantly to take their orders.

Are you old enough to drink, Mularkey? he asked with a smile.

Very funny. But I dont drink on the job. At the words, which couldnt have sounded more prim, she winced and thought, Idiot, again.

Youre a very responsible girl, he said when the waitress left,- he was obviously trying not to smile.

Woman, she said firmly, hoping she didnt blush.

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He smiled at that. I was trying to compliment you.

And you chose responsible?

What would you prefer?

Sexy. Brilliant. Beautiful. She laughed nervously, sounding more like a girl than she would have wished. You know: the words every woman wants to hear. She smiled. This was her chance to make an impression on him, get his attention as hed gotten hers. She didnt want to blow it.

He leaned back in his chair, hopefully not because he suddenly wanted distance between them. She wished now, fervently, in fact, that shed slept with one of her college boyfriends. She was certain he could see the stamp of virginity on her. Youve been at the station, what two months now?

Almost three.

How do you like it?

Fine.

Fine? Thats an odd answer. This is a love-it-or-hate-it business. He leaned forward, put his elbows on the table. Do you have a passion for it?

That word again: the one that separated her and Tully as cleanly as wheat from chaff.

Y-yes.

He studied her, then smiled knowingly. She wondered how deeply into her soul that blue gaze had seen. Tully certainly does.

Yes.

He tried to sound casual as he asked, Is she seeing anyone?

Kate considered it a personal triumph that she didnt flinch or frown. Now, at least, she knew why hed asked her out for lunch. She should nave known. She wanted to say, Yes, sfces been with the same man jor years, but she didnt dare. Tully might not hide Chad anymore, but she didnt flaunt him, either. What do you think?

I think she sees a lot of men.

Thankfully, the waitress returned with their orders and she pretended to be fascinated by her plate. What about you? I get the feeling youre not exactly passionate about your job.

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He looked up sharply. What makes you say that?

She shrugged and kept eating, but she was watching him now.

Maybe not, he said quietly.

She felt herself go still,- her fork stayed in midair. For the first time they werent making idle chitchat. Hed just revealed something important,- she was somehow certain of that. Tell me about El Salvador.

You know what went on down there? The massacre? It was a bloodbath. Things have been getting worse lately, too. The death squads are killing civilians, priests, nuns.

Kate hadnt known all of that, or any of it, really, but she nodded anyway, watching the play of emotions cross his face. Shed never seen him so animated, so passionate. Again there was an unreadable emotion in his eyes, too. You sound as if you loved it. Why did you leave?

I dont talk about this. He finished his beer and stood up. We better get back to work.

She looked down at their barely eaten lunches. Obviously shed gone too far, probed too much. I got too personal, Im sorry

Dont be. Its ancient history. Lets go.

All the way back to the office, he said nothing. They walked briskly upstairs and into the quiet office.

There, she couldnt help herself, she touched his arm. I really am sorry. I didnt mean to upset you.

Like I said, its old news.

It isnt, though, is it? she said quietly, knowing instantly that shed overstepped again.

Get back to work, he said brusquely, and went into his office, slamming the door shut behind him.

Yelm slept in the verdant green valley between Olympia and Tacoma. It had always been the kind of town where people dressed in flannel shirts and faded jeans and waved to one another as they passed.

All that had changed a few years ago, on the day a thirty-five-thousand-year-old warrior from Atlantis supposedly appeared in the kitchen of an otherwise ordinary housewife.

The locals, who believed in the Northwest creed of live and let live, looked the other way for a long time. They ignored the weirdos ^ho came to Yelm (many of them in expensive cars, wearing designer clothesHollywood types) and paid no attention as SOLD signs started appearing on prime pieces of land.

When the whispers began that J. Z. Knight was gearing up to build i some kind of compound to house a school for her followers, though, [ the townsfolk had had enough. According to the South Sound bureau chief at KCPO, people were picketing the Knight property.

The crowd protesting the proposed development turned out to be about ten people holding up signs and chatting with one another. It looked more like a coffee klatch than a political gatheringuntil the news van showed up. Then the crowd started marching and chanting.

Ah, Mutt said, the power of the media. He pulled over to the side of the road and turned to Tully.

Heres what they didnt teach you in college: Get into the middle of it. Wade in. If it looks like theres going to be a fight, I want you there, got it? Just keep asking questions, keep talking. And if I give you the sign, get the hell out of the shot.

Tullys heart was going a mile a minute as she followed his lead. The protesters surged toward them. Everyone was talking at once, trying to make their point, elbowing each other out of their way.

Mutt shoved Tully, hard. She stumbled forward and came face to chest with a huge, burly guy with a Santa-like beard and a sign that read: JUST SAY NO TO RAMTHA.

Im Tallulah Hart from KCPO. What are you out here for today? Get his name, Mutt yelled. Tully winced. Shit.

The man said, Im Ben Nettleman. Me and my familys lived in Yelm tor nearly eighty years. We dont want to see it turn into some supertnarket for new age weirdos.

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They got California for that! someone yelled.

Tell me about the Yelm you know, Tully said.

Its a quiet place, where people look out for each other. We start our day with prayer and mostly we dont care what our neighbors do … until they start building shit that dont belong and bringing crazies by the busloads.

And you say crazies because

They are! That lady channels some dead guy who says he lived in Atlantis.

I can do an Indian accent, too. It dont make me Ramtha, someone yelled.

For the next twenty minutes, Tully did what she did best: she talked to people. Six or seven minutes in, she found her groove and remembered what shed been taught. She listened and asked the follow-up questions she would have asked anyone on an ordinary day. She had no idea if they were the right questions or if she was always standing in the best place, but she did know that by her third interview, Mutt had stopped directing her and started letting her lead. And she knew that she felt good. People really opened up to her, sharing their feelings and concerns and fears.

Okay, Tully, Mutt said behind her. Thats it. Were done.

The minute the camera was off, the crowd broke up.

I did it, she whispered. It was all she could do not to actually jump up and down. What a rush.

You did good, Mutt said, giving her a smile that shed never forget.

Mutt packed up his camera gear in record time and climbed into th<j van.

Tully was on an adrenaline high.

Then she saw the campground sign.

Turn off here, she said, surprising herself.

Why? Mutt asked.

My mom is … on vacation. Shes staying at this campground. Give me five minutes to say hi.

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Ill take a smoke break. Thatll give you fifteen. But then we gotta boogie.

The van pulled up in front of the campgrounds reservation desk.

Tully went to the desk and asked about her mother. The man on duty nodded. Site thirty-six. Tell her she needs to pay when you see

her.

Following the path through the trees, Tully almost turned around a dozen times. Honestly, she had no idea why she was here. She hadnt seen or spoken to her mother since Grans funeral, and although Tully had become the executor of Grans estate at eighteen, and responsible for the monthly disbursement to Cloud, shed never once received a thank-you for the money. Just a series of Ive-moved-please-send-moneyto-this-address postcards. This campground in Yelm was the most recent.

She saw her mother standing by a row of Sani-cans, smoking a cigarette. Wearing a coarse gray Cowichan sweater and pajamalike pants, she looked like an escapee from a womens prison. The years had sanded down some of her beauty and left a network of fine lines across her hollowed cheeks.

Hey, Cloud, she said when she got close.

Her mother took a drag of her cigarette and exhaled slowly, watching her through heavily lidded eyes.

She could see how bad her mother looked, how the drugs were aging her. Not even forty yet, Cloud looked fifty, easy. As usual her eyes had the glassy, unfocused gaze of an addict.

Im here on assignment for K.CPO news. Tully tried to keep the pride out of her voice, knowing it was stupid to expect anything from ner mother, but it was there anyway, in her eyes and her voice, the shadowy remnant of that pathetic little girl whod filled twelve memory books so that someday her mother would know her and be proud. It my first on-air report. I told you Id be on TV someday.

Clouds body swayed ever so slightly, as if there were music in the air only she could hear. TV is the opiate of the masses.

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Speaking of that, Im kinda short this month. You got any cash?

Tully dug in her purse, found the fifty-dollar bill she kept in her wallet for emergencies, and handed it to her mother. Dont give it all to one dealer.

Cloud took a clumsy step forward and palmed the money.

Tully wished shed never come here. She knew what to expect from her mother: nothing. Why couldnt she seem to remember that? Ill send money for your next rehab, Cloud. Every family has its traditions, right? On that, she turned and walked back to the van.

Mutt was waiting for her. Dropping his cigarette, he ground it out with his heel and grinned at her. Mommy proud of her college girl?

Are you kidding? Tully said, grinning brightly and wiping her eyes. She cried like a baby.

When Tully and Mutt came back, the team clicked into high gear. The four of them crammed into the editing room and turned twentysix minutes of tape into a sharp, impartial thirty-second story. Kate tried to keep her thoughts focused on the story, just the story, but lunch with Johnny had dulled her senses,- or heightened them. She wasnt entirely sure which. All she really knew was that whatever schoolgirl crush shed had on him before he asked her out to lunch had deepened into something else.

When they finished working, Johnny picked up the phone and called the Tacoma station manager. He talked for a few moments, then hung up and looked at Tully. Theyll air it tonight at ten unless something comes up.

Tully jumped up and clapped her hands. We did it!

Kate couldnt help feeling a stab of envy. Just once, she wanted Johnny to look at her the way he looked at Tully.

If only she were like her friendconfident and sexy and willing to make a grab at whateverand whomevershe wanted. Then she might have a chance, but the thought of Johnnys rejection, of a blankeyed, Huh? kept her standing in the shadows.

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Tullys shadow, to be precise. As always, Kate was the backup singer

never stepped into the spotlight. Lets go celebrate, Tully said. Dinners on me. Count me out, Mutt said. Darlas waiting for me. I cant do dinner, but how about drinks at nine? Johnny said. We can do that, Tully said.

Kate knew she should say no. The last thing she wanted to do was sit at the table and watch Johnny watch Tullybut what choice did she have? She was the sidekick. Rhoda Morgenstern. And wherever Mary went, Rhoda had to follow, even if it hurt like hell.

Kate chose her clothes with care: a cap-sleeved white T-shirt, black vintage jacquard vest, and tight jeans tucked into scrunchy ankle boots. After curling her hair, she combed it carefully to one side and anchored it into a ponytail. She thought she looked pretty good until she went out into the living room and saw Tully standing there, dressed in a green jersey dress with a plunging neckline, padded shoulders, and a wide metallic belt; swaying to the music.

Tully? You ready?

Tully stopped dancing, flicked off the stereo, and linked arms with Kate. Come on. Were so outta here.

Down on the street in front of their apartment, they found Johnny leaning against his black El Camino. In faded jeans and an old Aerosmith T-shirt, he looked totally sexy in a casual, rumpled kind of way.

Where are we going? Tully asked. She immediately linked her other arm with his.

Ive got a plan, Johnny said.

I love a man with a plan, Tully said. Dont you, Kate?

The word love paired with his name hit a little close to home, so she didnt look at him when she said, I do.

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At the neon-lit sex shop on the corner, Johnny guided them to turn right.

Kate frowned. There was an invisible line, like the equator, that ran down Pike Street. To the south, it got ugly fast. This was where the tourists didnt go unless they were looking for drugs or hookers. The shops and businesses on both sides of the street were seedy-looking.

They walked past two adult bookstores and an X-rated theater where the Debbie Does Dallas sequel was playing on a double feature with Saturday Night Beaver.

This is great, Tully said. Kate and I never go down here.

Johnny came to a stop beside a ratty-looking wooden door that had obviously once been painted red. Ready? he said with a smile.

Tully nodded.

He opened the door. The music was earsplittingly loud.

A huge black man sat on a stool at the entrance. ID, please, he said, turning on a flashlight to study their drivers licenses. Go on.

Tully and Kate showed their IDs, then moved on ahead, down the dark narrow hallway that was covered with flyers and posters and bumper stickers.

The hallway opened into a long, rectangular room that was packed with people dressed in metal-enhanced black leather. Kate had never seen so many bizarre hairdos in one room. There were dozens of people with six-inch-long Mohawks gelled to sawblade perfection and dyed in rainbow colors.

Johnny led them through the dance floor, past a few wooden tables, to the bar, where a girl with magenta hair cut into spidery spikes and a safety pin in her cheek took their orders. At the end of the bar, suspended up in the corner, was a good-sized TV that was currently tuned to MTV. No one was paying the slightest attention to it.

When the bartender returned, Johnny gave her a healthy tip and a bright smile, then led Kate and Tully to a table back in the corner, beneath the TV.

Tully immediately lifted her margarita for a toast. To us. We totally rocked today.

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They clinked glasses and drank.

And drank.

By their third round, Tully was drunk. When the right song startedCall Me, or Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This), or Do You Really Wanna Hurt Me?she was on her feet, dancing all by herself right next to the table.

Kate wished she could find that kind of ease in herself, but two drinks werent enough to undo who she was. Instead, she sat there, watching Johnny watch Tully.

He didnt really look at Kate until Tully went to the bathroom. She never slows down, does she?

Kate tried then to think of a response that would steer the conversation away from her best friend, maybe even reveal her own passionate side, but who was she kidding? She had no passionate side. Tully was candy-apple-red silk,- Kate was beige cotton. Yeah.

Tully rushed back from the bathroom, skidded drunkenly into the bar. Hey, its ten oclock. Can we change the channel on the TV? No one is watching it anyway.

Whatever. The bartender, who looked like an extra from some apocalyptic war movie, climbed up on to a stepladder and changed the channel.

Tully moved toward the TV, looking like a penitent approaching the Pope.

Then her face filled the screen. Im Tallulah Hart in Yelm, Washington. This sleepy town was the site oj protest today when followers oj J. Z. Knight and the thirty-five-thousand-year-old spirit she calls Ramtha clashed with locals over the proposed building oj a compound …

When it was over, Tully turned to Kate, said, Well? in a quiet, nervous voice.

You were totally bitchin, Kate said, meaning it. Excellent.

Tully threw her arms around Kate and held her tightly, then grabbed her hand. Come on. I want to dance. You, too, Johnny. We can all dance together.

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beat of the Sex Pistols. The girl beside Kate, wearing a black plastic miniskirt and combat boots with fishnet stockings, was dancing alone.

Tully was the first to start dancing, then Johnny, and finally Kate. At first she felt awkwardliterally a third wheelbut by the end of the song, shed softened. The alcohol was a lubricant, making her body more fluid somehow, and when the music changed and slowed down, she barely hesitated to step into Tully and Johnnys arms. The three of them moved together with a natural ease that was surprisingly sexy. Kate stared up at Johnny, who was gazing at Tully, and she couldnt help wishing just once hed look at her that way.

Ill never forget this night, Tully said to both of them.

He leaned down and kissed Tully. Kate was drunk enough that it took her a second to register what she was seeing. Then came the pain.

Tully pulled out of the kiss. Bad Johnny. She laughed, pushing him away.

He moved his hand down Tullys back, tried to pull her close. Whats wrong with bad?

Before Tully could answer, someone called out her name and she spun around.

Chad was pushing through the gyrating, slam-dancing crowd. With his long hair and ragged Springsteen T-shirt, he looked like a hard rock guy in a new wave world.

Tully ran for him. They kissed as if they were alone in the room, then Kate heard her friend say, Take me to bed, old man.

Without a wave or a goodbye or a hello, they were gone. Kate stood there, still in Johnnys arms. He was staring at the door as if he expected Tully to return, to shout out April Fools and start dancing with them again.

She wont be coming back, Kate said.

Johnny snapped out of it. Letting go of her, he went back to the table and ordered two drinks. In the silence that followed, she stared at him, thinking: Look at me.-

That was Chad Wiley he said.

Kate nodded.

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No wonder … He stared at the blank hallway on the other side of the dance floor.

Theyve been together a long time. She studied his profile. For a crazy second, she thought about making a move, reaching for him. Maybe she could get him to forget about Tully or change his mind; maybe tonight she didnt care if she would be his second choice, or if it would be because of the booze. Love could grow from drunken passion, couldnt it? You thought you and Tully might

He nodded before she could finish and said, Come on, Mularkey. Ill walk you home.

All the way back to her apartment, she told herself it was for the best.

Well, goodnight, Johnny, she said at her front door.

Goodnight. He started for the elevator. Halfway there, he stopped and turned to her. Mularkey?

She paused, glanced back. Yeah?

You were really good today. Did I tell you that? Youre one of the most talented writers Ive ever seen.

Thanks.

Later, lying in her bed, staring into the darkness, she remembered his words, and how hed looked when hed said them.

In some small way, hed noticed her today.

Maybe it wasnt as hopeless as shed thought.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

From the moment Tully did her first on-air broadcast, everything changed. They became the fearsome foursome,- Kate and Tully and Mutt and Johnny. For two years they were together constantly, huddled together in the office, working on stories, going from place to place like gypsies. The second story that Tully covered was about a snowy owl whod taken up residence on a streetlamp in Capitol Hill. Next, she followed the gubernatorial campaign of Booth Gardner, and though she was one of dozens of reporters on the case, it seemed that Gardner often answered her questions first. By the time the first Microsoft millionaires began driving through downtown in their mintnew Ferraris, listening to geek music on supersized headphones, everyone at KCPO knew that Tully wouldnt last on the smallest local channel for long.

They all knew it, but perhaps Johnny most of all. So, although the three of them didnt talk about the future, they felt its shadowy presence constantly, and somehow that made their time together sweeter and more intense. On the rare night when they werent working on a story, Johnny, Tully, and Kate met at Goldies to play pool and drink beer. By the end of their second year together, they knew all there was to know about each other,- at least, all that each was willing to share.

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Except the stuff that truly mattered. Kate often thought it ironic that three people who searched through the rubble of life to find pebbles of truth could be so stubbornly blind about their own lives.

Tully had no idea that Johnny wanted her, and he was completely unaware that Kate wanted him.

So their weird, silent triangle went on, day after day, night after night. Tully always asked Kate why she didnt date. She longed to come clean, tell Tully the truth, but every time she started to confess, she backed out. How could she tell the truth about Johnny, after the crap shed given Tully about Chad? Your boss, after all, was worse than your professor.

And besides, what did Tully know about unrequited love? Her friend would just start pushing Kate to ask Johnny out. What would Kate say then? I cant. Hes in love with you. Deeper down, in a dark place she rarely acknowledged, there was another fear, one she only recognized in her dreams and nightmares. In the cold light of day, she didnt believe it, but at night, alone, she worried that if Tully found out about Kates love, it might actually make Johnny more attractive to Tully. That was the thing about her best friend,- it wasnt that she wanted what she couldnt have. It was that she wanted everything, and sooner or later, Tully got what she wanted. Kate couldnt risk it. Not having Johnny she could live with. Losing him to Tully would be unbearable.

So Kate kept her head down, her hands busy, and her dreams of love hidden away. She smiled easily when Mom or Dad or Tully teased her about her social life, joked that her standards were higher than some people she could name, an answer which was always good for a laugh.

She tried not to be alone with Johnny too much, either, just to stay on the safe side. Although she no longer fumbled things or got tonguetied around him, she always sensed that he was quite perceptive, and that, given too many opportunities, he might sense that which she worked so hard to hide.

Her plan went pretty well, all things considered, until a cold November day in 1984 when Johnny called her into his office.

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They were alone again, that day. Tully and Mutt were tracking down a Sasquatch sighting in the Olympic rain forest.

Kate smoothed her angora sweater and schooled her face into an impersonal smile as she went into his office and found him standing at the dirty window. What is it, Johnny?

He looked terrible. Haggard. Remember when I told you about El Salvador?

Sure.

Well, I still have friends down there. One of them, Father Ramon, is missing. His sister thinks theyve taken him somewhere for torture, or that theyve killed him. She wants me to come down and see if I can help.

But its dangerous

Danger is my middle name. He smiled, but it was like a reflection on water, distorted and unreal.

This isnt something to joke about. You could be killed. Or disappear like that journalist in Chile during the coup. He was never seen again.

Believe me, he said, Im not joking. Ive been there, remember? I know what its like to be blindfolded and shot at. He turned his head. His eyes took on a vague, unfocused look, and she wondered what he was remembering. I cant turn my back on the people who protected me down there. Could you turn away from Tully if she begged you for help?

I would help her, as you well know. Although I dont expect to see her in a war zone, unless you count the anniversary sale at Nordstrom.

I knew you were my girl. So youll keep this place running while Im gone?

Me?

Like I said once, youre a responsible girl.

She couldnt help herself; she moved toward him, looked up. He was leaving, could be hurt down there, or worse. Woman, she said.

He stared down at her, unsmiling. She felt the mere inches between them. It would take nothing, barely a movement to touch.

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Woman, he said.

Then he left her there, standing alone, surrounded by word ghosts,- things she could have said.

When Johnny was gone, Kate learned how elastic time was, how it could stretch out until minutes felt like hours. All it would take was a phone call, though, an official saying he was sorry, to make it snap like a rubber band. Every time the phone rang, she tensed. By the end of the first day, she had a pounding headache.

She learned another lesson that first week, too. Life went on. The head honchos in Tacoma still called, and a producer was assigned to oversee the assignments the team was given, but in truth, the way it worked out, Kate began to take over some of the producing responsibilities. Mutt and Tully trusted her, and she knew how to make things work on the shoestring budget theyd been given. All that longing of hers had paid off,- it seemed shed watched Johnny closely enough that she knew how to do his job. She was a seamstress to his couturier, of course, but still, she was competent. By Thursday of the first week, the out-of-town producer had thrown up his hands, said he had better things to do than follow crazy people around all day, and returned to Tacoma.

On Friday, Kate produced her first segment. It was soft and unimportantan update on former childrens TV star Brakeman Bill but still it was hers, and it hit the air.

What an adrenaline rush it had been to see her work on-screen, even if it was Tullys face and voice that everyone remembered. Shed called her parents and they drove down to watch the broadcast with Kate and Tully. Afterward, theyd toasted to the dream and agreed that it was that much closer to coming true.

I always thought Katie and I would be on air together, an anchoring team, but I guess I was wrong, Tully had said. Shell be the producer of my show someday instead. And when Barbara Walters interviews me, Ill say I couldnt have done it without her.

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Kate had toasted when it was expected of her, smiling purposely and reliving every moment through Tullys chatter. Shed been proud of herself, truly she had, and shed loved doing the piece and celebrating with her parents. It had been especially poignant when Mom took her aside and said, Im proud of you, Katie. Youre on your way now. Arent you glad you didnt give up?

But all the while, a part of her was watching the clock, thinking how slowly time was moving.

You look terrible, Tully said the next day, dropping a stack of tapes on Kates desk.

The clattering sound startled Kate. She realized shed been staring at the clock again. Yeah, well, your singing sucks.

Tully laughed at that. Everyone has something they cant do. She put her palms on Kates desk and leaned forward. Chad and I are going to the Backstage tonight. Junior Cadillac is playing. You want to come?

Not tonight.

Tully eyed her. What in the hell is wrong with you? Youve been moping around for more than a week. I know youre not sleepingI hear you up walking around in the middle of the nightand you wont go anywhere. Its like living with the Elephant Man.

Kate couldnt help glancing at Johnnys door and then up at her friend. Longing welled up inside her, sharp and strong,- if only she could tell Tully the truth: that shed accidentally fallen in love with Johnny and now she was worried about him. It would take such a load off of her. In ten years, this was the first thing shed ever hidden from Tully and it physically hurt to conceal it.

But her feelings for Johnny were so fragile,- she knew that Tropical Storm Tully would rain all over them, ruin them.

Im just tired, she said. This producing is hard work. Thats all.

But you love it, dont you?

Sure. Its great. Now go on, meet Chad. Ill close up. After Tully left, Kate lingered in the dark, quiet office. The strange thing was, she liked being here,- she felt close to him.

Youre an idiot, she said aloud. Truthfully, she said it to herself at

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least twice a day lately. She was acting likefelt likea left-behind lover, but it was all in her imagination. At least she wasnt so far gone that shed forgotten that.

She went home by herself. The bus dropped her off at the corner of pike and Pine. Amid the colorful crowd of tourists and weirdos and hippies, she picked up some food for dinner. Back in her apartment, she curled up on the couch, ate her dinner out of white cardboard containers, and watched the nightly news. Afterward, she made some notes on story ideas, called her mom, then turned the channel to NBC for Dynasty and St. Elsewhere.

Halfway through the medical drama, the doorbell rang.

Frowning, she went to the door. Who is it?

Johnny Ryan.

The jolt Kate felt almost knocked her off her feet. Relief. Joy. Fear. She experienced all three emotions in a heartbeat of time.

She glanced in the mirror hanging on the wall beside her and gasped. She looked like a fashion magazine before photolimp hair, no makeup, eyebrows untrimmed.

He pounded on the door again.

She opened it.

He stood there, leaning heavily against the doorframe, wearing dirty Levis and a torn BORN IN THE USA tour T-shirt. His hair was long and uncombed, and though he was tanned, his face looked worn, older. She could smell alcohol, too.

Hey, he said, opening his fingers from along the doorframe in greeting. At the movement he lost his balance and almost fell.

Kate moved toward him. Holding him up, she guided him into the apartment, kicked the door shut, and led him to the sofa, where he half stumbled to a sit.

Ive been sitting over in the Athenian, he said, trying to get up the nerve t come over here. He glanced blearily around the place. Wheres Tully?

Shes not here, Kate said, feeling a clutch in her heart.

Oh.

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She sat down beside him. How did it go in El Salvador?

When he turned to her, the look in his eyes was so devastating that she reached out, put her arm around him, and drew him close.

He was dead, he said after a long silence. Before I even got there, he was dead. But I had to find him … He pulled a flask out of his backj pocket and took a long drink. V want some?

She took a sip, felt it burn all the way down her throat and settle like a hot coal in the pit of her stomach.

Its damned heartbreaking whas going on. And not enough is getting on air. No one cares.

You could go on assignment, she said, even though she hated the idea.

I wish I could … His voice faded away, then turned sharp. Old news. He took another drink.

Maybe you should slow down a little. She tried to take the flask from him. Instead, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto his lap. He touched her face with his other hand, caressing her cheek as if he were blind and trying to come up with an image of what she looked like.

Youre beautiful, he whispered.

Youre drunk.

Youre still beautiful. He slid one hand up her arm and the other down her throat until he was holding her in his arms. She knew he was going to kiss her, felt the knowledge in every nerve ending in her body, just as she knew she should stop him.

He pulled her closer and all her good intentions disappeared. She gave herself over to the pressure of his hands, let herself be guided down, down toward his mouth.

The kiss was like nothing shed ever experienced before: tender and sweet at first, then searching, demanding.

She surrendered to him as completely as shed dreamed of doing. His tongue electrified her, sparked a new and painful desire. She became greedy for him, desperate. Without thinking, she shoved her hands up under his T-shirt, feeling his warm skin, needing to be closer …

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Her hands were at his collarbone, pushing the soft warm cotton upward, when she realized hed gone still.

Her senses were so scrambled it took her a moment to clear her head. Breathing hard, aching with this new need, she drew back enough to look at him.

He lay back against the sofa, his eyes at half mast. He lifted his hand slowly, jerkily, almost as if he werent quite controlling his own movements, and touched her lips, tracing their contour with his fingertip. Tully, he whispered. I knew youd taste good.

And with that blow to the heart, he fell asleep.

Kate wasnt sure how long she sat on his lap, staring down at his sleeping face. Once again, time seemed elastic between them. It felt as if she were bleedingbut it wasnt blood that leaked out of her, not something that could be so easily transfused. Instead, she was losing her dreams. The fantasy flower of love shed planted all by herself and tended so carefully.

She climbed off him and settled him onto the sofa, taking off his shoes and covering him with a blanket.

In her own bed, with a door closed between them, she lay awake for a long time, trying not to replay it over and over in her mind, but it was impossible. She kept tasting his lips, feeling his tongue against hers, and hearing him whisper, Tully.

When she finally fell asleep, it was already well past midnight and morning came much too quickly. At six oclock, she slammed the silencer on her alarm, brushed her teeth and hair, put on a robe, and hurried into the living room.

Johnny was up, sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee. At her entrance, he put the cup down and got up. Hey, he said, shoving his fingers through his hair.

Hey.

They stared at each other. She tightened the belt on her terrycloth robe.

He glanced at Tullys door.

Shes not here, Kate said. She spent last night at Chads.

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So you put me to bed on the couch and covered me.

Yep.

He moved toward her. I was pretty baked last night. Im sorry. I shouldnt have come by.

She wasnt sure what to say.

Mularkey he finally said, I know I was out of it…

Yes, you were.

Did … anything happen? I mean, Id hate to think

Between us? How could it? she said before he could finish saying how much he would regret a liaison between them. Dont worry. Nothing happened.

The smile he gave her was so relieved she wanted to cry. Then I guess Ill see you at work today, huh? And thanks for taking care of me.

Sure. She crossed her arms. What are friends for?

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Late in 1985, Tully got her big break. Assigned to do a live broadcast from Beacon Hill, she was surprised by the flurry of nerves that made her fingers tremble and her voice break, but when it was over, she felt invincible.

Shed been good. Maybe even amazing.

Now she sat upright in the passenger seat of the live truck, a van specifically designed for the technical requirements of a live broadcast, bouncing slightly with enthusiasm. When she closed her eyes, she relived every second of it: the way shed pushed into the front of the crowd and asked her questions, her flawless wrap-up at the end, shot in front of the well-lit bank, with the red and yellow police lights cutting through the darkening night. Afterward, it had taken forever to load up all the gear and get back on the road, but she didnt care. The longer this night lasted, the better. She hadnt even taken off her earpiece, battery pack, wireless microphone, or walkie-talkie. They were badges of honor.

Pull over at that 7-Eleven, Johnny said from the back of the van. Im thirsty. Mutt, jump out and get a few establishing shots while were here. Its your turn to make the drink dash, Tully.

Mutt drove into the parking lot. Cool.

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When they parked, Tully collected their money, then got out of the van and headed for the brightly lit minimart.

None of that New Coke for me, Johnny said into her earpiece.

She pulled the walkie-talkie off her belt, switched it on, and said, You say that to me every time. Im not an idiot.

Inside the brightly lit store, she looked around for the cooler case, found it, and walked down the medicine aisle.

Hey, look, she said, talking into the walkie-talkie, they have Geritol. You need some, Johnny?

Smartass, he answered in her earpiece.

Laughing, she reached for the cooler cases handle when she noticed a shadow move across the glass. Turning, she saw a man in a gray ski mask point a gun at the cashier.

Oh, my God.

Are you talking about me? Johnny said. Because its about time

She fumbled for the volume on the walkie-talkie and switched it off

before the robber heard something. She clipped it to her belt and pulled her jacket over it, hiding her battery pack at the same time.

At the register, the robber swung to face her.

You! Get on the floor. The masked man pointed his gun at the ceiling and pulled the trigger to make his point.

Tully? What the bell is going on? came Johnnys voice through the earpiece.

Tully fumbled with the earpiece cord, trying to conceal it under her jacket. Then she turned up the volume on the walkie-talkies outgoing message, hoping like hell Johnny would be able to pick up some sound. Someones robbing the store, she whispered as loudly as she dared, depressing the outgoing button.

In her earpiece, she heard Johnny say, Holy shit. Mutt, call 911 and then start shooting. Tully, keep calm and get the hell to the floor. We can go live with this. Turn on your mic. Im getting hold of the station. Theyre on air now. Stan, can you hear me?

A few seconds later, Johnny said, Okay, Tully. Were putting this through to Mike. Hes on air now with the ten oclock news. Your au—

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dio is going on live. You wont be able to hear him, but hell hear

you.

Tully turned on her mic, whispered into it, I dont know, Johnny.

How do

Your mic is hot, Tully, he said urgently. Youre on live. Go.

The masked man must have heard something,- he suddenly swung

toward her again, pointing his gun at her. I told you to get down, damn

it.

She just had time to process Ive had enough o this shit when he pulled the trigger.

There was a loud crack of sound. Tully barely had time to scream before the bullet hit her in the shoulder and knocked her off her feet. She crashed into the shelves beside her, was vaguely aware of colored boxes crumbling and falling around her. Her head hit the linoleum floor hard.

For a moment, she lay there, gasping, staring up at a wiggling snake of fluorescent lighting.

Tully?

It was Johnnys voice, in her ear. She eased slowlyslowlyonto her side. Her shoulder throbbed with pain, but she gritted her teeth and kept moving. Keeping low, she crawled to the end of the aisle, ripped open a box of Kotex, and shoved a pad over her wound, holding it in place. The pressure hurt like hell and made her dizzy.

Tully? What happened? Talk to me. Are you okay?

Im here, she said. I just put … a dressing on my wound. I think Im fine.

Thank God, Johnny said. You want to turn off your mic?

No way.

Okay. Youre live, remember? Keep talking. They cant hear me, but they can hear you. This is your big break, kiddo, and Im right here to help you. Can you describe the scene?

She got to a crouch, wincing at the pain, and moved forward slowly, trying to gauge when she could actually look up. Moments ago, a masked man came into this minimart on Beacon Hill, wielding a handgun and demanding money from the clerk. He fired once into the air to

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make his point and once into me. Her voice was as loud a whisper as she dared.

She heard a noise,- it sounded like crying. Keeping low, she came around the corner and found a little boy, huddled against the neon candy aisle.

Hey, she said, holding out her hand. He took it greedily, squeezing so tightly she couldnt pull away. Who are you?

Gabe. Im here with my grandpa. Did you see that guy shoot his gun?

I did. Im going to go find your grandpa to make sure hes okay. You stay here. Whats your last name, Gabe, and how old are you?

Linklater. Im gonna be seven in July.

Okay, Gabe Linklater. You stay low and keep quiet. No more crying, okay? Be a big boy.

Ill try.

She tucked her chin toward her chest and talked quietly into the mic. She wasnt sure what the station could hear, but she just kept talking. I found seven-year-old Gabe Linklater in the candy aisle. He came in with his grandfather, who Im looking for now. I can hear the gunman over at the register, threatening the cashier. Tell the police theres only one robber. She turned the corner.

There she found an old man, sitting cross-legged on the floor, holding a box of Purina Dog Chow. Are you Gabes grandfather? she whispered.

Is he okay?

A little scared, but fine. Hes in the candy aisle. What did you see?

The robber drove up in a blue car. I saw him through the window. He looked at her shoulder. Maybe you should

Im going to move in closer. She compressed the pad against her wound again, winced at the pain, and waited for the nausea to pass. This time, her hand came away bloody. Ignoring it, she reported in again to the anchor she couldnt hear. Apparently, Mike, the lone gunman arrived in a blue car, which should be parked outside in front of one of the windows. Im happy to say that Gabes grandfather is also

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alive and unharmed. Now Im working my way toward the register. I can hear the gunman yelling that there has to be more money and the cashier saying that he cant open the safe. I can see the flash of lights outside. So the police have arrived. Theyre shining the lights into the store, telling him to come out with his hands up. She scuttled out in the open for just a second and then crouched behind a life-sized standee of Mary Lou Retton eating Wheaties. Tell the police hes taken off his mask, Mike. Hes blond-haired, with a snake tattoo that wraps around his neck. The gunman is extremely agitated. Hes screaming obscenities and waving his gun around. I think

Another gunshot rang out. Glass shattered. Seconds later a SWAT team stormed through the glass doors.

Tully! It was Johnny, calling out for her.

Im okay. She stood up slowly, feeling a wave of pain and nausea at the movement. She saw the live truck through the broken window. Mutt was there with the camera, shooting all of it, but she couldnt see Johnny. Seattle SWAT has just shot the glass out of the window and come in. They have the robber on the ground. Ill see if I can get close enough to ask them some questions.

She eased around the standee and moved slowly forward. She was near the cereal aisle now, and for a split second she thought about Saturday morning breakfasts at the Mularkeys. Mrs. M. used to let her have Quisp. Only on the weekends, though.

That was her last conscious thought before she passed out.

The drive to the hospital seemed to last forever. All the way there, through the stop-and-go city traffic, Kate sat in the backseat of the smelly cab and prayed that Tully would be okay. Finally, at just past eleven oclock, they pulled up out front. She paid the driver and ran into the brightly lit lobby.

Johnny and Mutt were already there, slumped in uncomfortable Plastic chairs, looking haggard. At her entrance, Johnny stood.

She ran to him. I saw the news. What happened?

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A man shot her in the shoulder and she kept on broadcasting. You should have seen her, Mularkey, she was brilliant. Fearless.

Kate heard the admiration in his voice, saw it in his eyes. Any other time it might have wounded her, that obvious pride,- now it pissed her off. Thats why youre in love with her, isnt it? Because she has the guts you dont. So you put her in harms way and get her shot and youre proud of her passion. Her shaking voice drew the last word out like a piece of poisoned taffy. Screw the heroics. I wasnt talking about the news. I was asking about her life. Have you even asked how she is?

He looked startled by her outburst. Shes in surgery. She

Katie!

She heard Chad call out her name and she turned, seeing him run into the lobby. They came together as naturally as wind and rain, clinging to each other.

How is she? he whispered against her ear, his voice as fragile as she felt.

She drew back. In surgery. Thats all I know. But shell be fine. Builets cant stop a storm.

Shes not as tough as she pretends to be. We both know that, dont we, Kate?

She swallowed, nodded. In an awkward silence they stood together, bound by the invisible threads of their mutual concern.. She saw it in his eyes, as clear as day,- he did love Tully, and he was scared. I better go call my mom and dad. Theyll want to be here.

She waited for him to respond, but he just remained there, glassyeyed, his hands flexing into fists at his sides like a gunslinger who might soon have to draw his weapon. With a tired smile, she walked away. As she passed Johnny, she couldnt help but say, Thats how real people help each other through hard times.

At the bank of pay phones, she put in four quarters and dialed home. When her dad answeredthank God it wasnt her mother,- Kate would have lost it thenshe gave him the news and hung up.

She turned around and Johnny was there, waiting for her. Im sorry.

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You should be.

One of the things about this business, Katie, is that you learn to compartmentalize, to put the story first. Its a hazard of the trade.

Its always about the story with people like you and Tully. She left him standing there and went to the sofa, where she sat down. Bowing her head, she prayed again.

After a moment she felt him come up beside her. When he didnt say anything, she looked up.

He didnt move, didnt even blink, but she could see how tense he was. He seemed to be holding on to his composure by a rapidly fraying thread. Youre tougher than you look, Mularkey.

Sometimes. She wanted to say that love gave her strength, espedaily during a time like this, but she was afraid to even say the word while she was looking at him.

He sat down slowly beside her. When did you get to know me so well?

Its a small office.

Thats not it. No one else knows me like you do. He sighed and leaned back. I did put her in danger.

She wouldnt have it any other way, she conceded. We both know that.

I know, but …

When he let his sentence trail off, she looked at him. Do you love her?

He didnt respond at all, just sat there, leaning back, with his eyes closed.

She couldnt stand it. Now that shed finally dared to ask the question, she wanted it answered. Johnny?

He reached over for her, put an arm around her shoulder, and drew her to him. She sank into the comfort he offered. It felt as natural as breathing being beside him like this, though she knew how dangerous that feeling was.

There, saying nothing more, they sat together through the long, hours of the night. Waiting.

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Tully came awake slowly, taking stock of her surroundings: white acoustic-tile ceiling, bars of fluorescent lighting, silver rails on her bed, and a tray beside her.

Memories trickled into her consciousness: Beacon Hill. The minimart. She remembered the gun being pointed at her. And the pain.

Youll do anything to get attention, wont you? Kate stood by the door, wearing a pair of baggy UW sweatpants and an old Greek Week T-shirt. As she approached the bed, tears filled her eyes. She wiped them away impatiently. Damn. I swore I wouldnt cry.

Thank God youre here. Tully hit the button on her bed control until she was sitting up

Of course Im here, you idiot. Everyone is here. Chad, Mutt, Mom, Dad. Johnny. He and my dad have been playing cards for hours and talking about the news. Mom has made at least two new afghans. Weve been so worried. Was I good?

Kate laughed at that even as tears spilled down her cheeks. That would be your first question. Johnny said you kicked Jessica Savitchs

If

ass.

I wonder if 60 Minutes will want to interview me.

Kate closed the distance between them. Dont scare me like that again, okay?

Ill try not to.

Before Kate could say anything, the door opened and Chad stood in the doorway, holding a pair of Styrofoam coffee cups. Shes awake, he said quietly, putting the cups down on the table beside him.

She just opened her eyes. Of course, shes more interested in her chances of winning an Emmy than in her recovery. Kate looked down at her friend. Ill leave you two alone for a minute.

You wont leave, though? Tully said.

Ill come back later, when everyone else has gone home.

Good, Tully said. Cause I need you.

As soon as Kate was gone, Chad moved closer. I thought Id lost

n

you.

Im fine, she said impatiently. Did you see the broadcast? What do

you think?

I think youre not fine, Tully, he said softly. Youre farther from fine than anyone I know, but I love you. And all night Ive been thinking about what my life would be without you and I dont like what I see.

Why would you lose me? Im right here.

Marry me, Tully.

She almost laughed, thinking it was a joke,- then she saw the fear in his eyes. He really was afraid of losing her. You mean it, she said, frowning.

I got offered a job at Vanderbilt in Tennessee. I want you to come with me. You love me, Tully, even if you dont know it. And you need

it

me.

Of course I need you. Is Tennessee a top forty market?

His rough face crumpled at that,- his smile faded. I love you, he said again, softly this time and without the kiss to seal the words and give them weight.

The door behind him opened. Mrs. Mularkey stood there, arms akimbo, wearing a cheap jean skirt and a plaid blouse with a Peter Pan collar. She looked like an extra from Footloose. The nurse said five more minutes with visitors and then theyre throwing us all out.

Chad bent down and kissed her. It was a beautiful, haunting kiss that somehow managed both to bring them together and highlight how far apart they could be. I loved you, Tully, he whispered.

Loved? Had he said lovedl As in past tense? Chad

He turned away from the bed. Shes all yours, Margie.

Sorry to kick you out, Mrs. Mularkey said.

Dont worry about it. I think my time was up. Goodbye, Tully. He talked past her and left the room, letting the door bang shut behind him.

Hey, little girl, Mrs. Mularkey said.

Tully surprised herself by bursting into tears.

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Mrs. Mularkey just stroked her hair and let her cry.

I guess I was really scared.

Shhh, Mrs. Mularkey said soothingly, drying her tears with a Kleenex. Of course you were, but were here now. Youre not alone.

Tully cried until the pressure in her chest eased and the tears dried up. Finally, feeling better, she wiped her eyes and tried to smile. Okay. Im ready for my lecture now.

Mrs. Mularkey gave her The Look. Your professor, Tallulah?

Ex-professor. Thats why I never told you. And youd say he was too old for me.

Do you love him?

How would I know?

Youd know.

Tully stared up at Mrs. M. For once, she felt like the older of them, the one with more experience. The Mularkeys all saw love as a durable, reliable thing, easy to recognize. Tully might be young, but she knew they were wrong. Love could be more fragile than a sparrows bone. But she wouldnt say it out loud. Instead, all she said was, Maybe.

Overnight, Tully became a media sensation in Seattle. Newspaperman Emmett Watson took a break from ranting about the Californication of Washington State to write a column about courage under fire and how proud we should be of Tallulah Harts commitment to the news. Radio station KJR dedicated a whole day of rock n roll songs to the news chick who used a microphone to stop a robbery, and even Almost Live, the local comedy show, aired a segment that made fun of the bumbling robber and showed Tully in a Wonder Woman outfit.

Flowers and balloons poured into her hospital room, many of them signed by people who normally made the news themselves. By Wednesday, shed had to start donating the beautiful bouquets and arrangements to other patients. The nurses in charge of her learned how to be bodyguards and bouncers in addition to their normal jobs.

So, youre the genius here. What do I do? She sat up in bed, going

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through the pile of pink While You Were Out messages that Kate had brought with her from the office. It was an impressive list of names, but she was having trouble concentrating. Her arm hurt and the sling made even little tasks difficult. Worst of all, she couldnt stop thinking about Chads out-of-left-field proposal. I mean: Tennessee. I might as well be in Nebraska.

For sure.

How can I get to the top in a place like that? Or maybe thats exactly where I could get to the top fast and get noticed by the networks.

Kate sat at the other end of the bed, her legs stretched out alongside Tullys. Look. Weve been talking about this for, like, an hour. Maybe Im not the best person to ask, but it seems to me that at some point youve got to at least mention love.

Your mom said Id know if I loved him. She looked down at her bare left hand, trying to imagine a diamond ring.

You said I was supposed to shoot you if you even thought about marriage before thirty. Kate grinned. You want to amend that?

Very funny.

The bedside phone rang. Still staring at her hand, she picked it up quickly, hoping it was Chad. Hello?

Tallulah Hart?

She sighed, disappointed. This is she.

Im Fred Rorbach. You may remember me …

Of course I remember you. KILO-TV. I sent you a resume every week for my entire senior year of high school, and then I sent you tapes in college. How are you?

Im fine, thanks, but Im at KLUE-TV now, not KILO. Im running the evening news.

Congratulations.

Actually, thats why Im calling. Were probably not the first station to call you, but we feel certain well make the best offer.

He had her full attention now. Oh, really?

Kate slid off the bed and stood next to Tully, mouthing: Whats the

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Tully waved her off. Tell me about it.

We want to do whatever it takes to make you part of the KLUE news family. When can you come in to talk to me about this?

Im being discharged right now. How about tomorrow? Ten A.M.

Well see you then.

Tully hung up the phone and shrieked. That was KLUE-TV. They want to hire me!

Oh, my gosh, Kate said, jumping up and down. Youre going to be a star. I knew it. I cant wait to She stopped in the middle of her sentence,- her smile fell.

What?

Chad.

Tully felt something twist deep inside her. She wanted to pretend there was something to think about, a decision to be made, but she knew the truth, and so did Kate.

Youre going to be a huge star, Kate said firmly. Hell understand.

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Kate pretended to focus all of her attention on driving Tullys car, but it wasnt easy. Ever since shed picked her up from the interview, Tully hadnt stopped talking, spinning out the old little-girl dreams. Were on our way, Kate. As soon as I get an anchor spot, Ill make sure they hire you as a reporter.

Kate knew she should put the brakesfinallyon this dual future of theirs. She was tired of following Tully, and besides, she didnt want to quit her job. She had a reason, finally, to stay where she was. Johnny.

How pathetic was that? He didnt love her, but she couldnt help thinking that maybe with Tully gone, shed have a chance.

It was ridiculous, and embarrassing, but her dreams centered more on him and less on broadcasting. Not that she could admit that to anyone. Twenty-five-yearold college-educated women were expected to dream of more money and higher positions on the corporate ladder and Jnning the very companies that had refused to hire their mothers. Husbands were to be avoided in the pre-thirty years. There was always for marriage and children,- was the common refrain. You couldnt up you for them. But what if you wanted them more than you wanted a singular,

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powerful you? No one ever talked about that. Kate knew that Tully would laugh at such thoughts, say Kate was stuck in the fifties. Even her mother would say she was wrong and bring up that weighted word: recjret. Shed parrot the words that filled the pages of Ms. magazinethat being just a mother was a waste of talent. Her mother wouldnt even notice how sad she looked as she spoke, as if the life shed chosen had been for nothing.

Hey, you missed the turn.

Oh. Sorry. Kate turned at the next block and circled back, pulling up in front of Chads house. Ill wait here. Ive got The Talisman to finish.

Tully didnt open her door. Hell understand why I cant marry him yet. He knows how much this means to me.

He certainly knows, Kate agreed.

Wish me luck.

Dont I always?

Tully got out and walked up to the front door.

Kate opened her paperback and dove into the story. It wasnt until much later that she looked up, noticing it had begun to rain.

Tully should have come back by now, told her to drive on home, that shed be spending the night with Chad. Kate closed the book and got out of the car. As she walked up the cement path, she had a bad feeling that something was wrong.

She knocked twice, then opened the door.

Tully was in an empty living room, kneeling in front of the fireplace, crying.

Tully handed her a piece of paper that was splotched with tears. Read it.

Kate sat back on her heels and looked down at the bold black handwriting.

Dear Tully,

I was the one who recommended you to KLUE, so I know all about the job youve come to tell me about, and Im proud of you, baby. I knew you could do it.

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When I took the job at Vanderbilt I knew what it meant for us. I hoped … but I knew.

You want a lot from this world, Tully. Me, I just want you. It aint exactly lock-and-key perfect, is it? Heres what matters: Ill always love you. Light the world on fire.

It was signed simply, C.

I thought he loved me, Tully said when Kate handed her back the letter.

it sounds like he does.

Then why would he leave me?

Kate looked at her friend, hearing the distant echo of all the times Tully had been abandoned by her mother. Did you ever tell him you loved him?

I couldnt.

Maybe you dont love him, then.

Or maybe I do, Tully said, sighing. Its just so damned hard to believe in.

That was the fundamental difference between them. Kate believed

in love with all her heart,- unfortunately, shed fallen in love with a man who didnt know she existed. What matters now is your career, anyway. Theres always time for love and marriage.

Yeah. When Ive made it.

Yeah.

Someone will definitely love me then.

The whole world will love you.

But later, long after Tully had said, Screw him anyway, and laughed a little desperately, Kate couldnt expel those last words from her mind. Suddenly she was worried.

What if someday the whole world loved Tully and it still wasnt enough?

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Tully had forgotten how long and lonely a night could be. For so many years, Chad had been her protection, her port. With him, shed learned to sleep through the night, breathing peacefully, dreaming only of her bright future, and because hed loved her, shed slept well in her own bed, too, on their nights apart, comforted by the knowledge that she could go to him anytime.

She threw the covers back and got out of bed. A quick glance at the alarm clock on her nightstand revealed that it was just past two oclock in the morning.

As shed thought: long and lonely.

In the kitchen, she put a pot of water on the stove and stood there, waiting for it to boil.

Maybe shed made a mistake. Maybe this emptiness she felt right now was love. With the life shed led it made sense that she would notice the negative of an emotion rather than the positive. But if she did love him, what difference did it make? What would she do? Follow him to Tennessee and settle in university housing and become Mrs. Wiley? How would she be the next Jean Enersen or Jessica Savitch then?

She got a big KVTS cup out of the cupboard and poured her tea, then went to the living room, where she sat on the couch, tucking her feet beneath her, warming her cold hands on the porcelain. Fragrant steam floated upward. She closed her eyes and tried to let her mind clear.

Cant sleep?

She glanced up and saw Kate, who stood in front of her bedroom door, wearing the same flannel nightgown shed worn for years. Tully usually teased her that she looked like one of the Waltons, but tonight she appreciated the familiarity. It was funny how a single garment could remind you of years togetherslumber parties and makeovers and breakfasts spent watching Saturday morning cartoons. Im sorry if I woke you.

You walk like an elephant. Is there more tea water?

The pot is on the stove.

Kate went into the kitchen and came back with a cup of tea and a

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box of Screaming Yellow Zonkers. Tossing the box between them, she sat down facing Tully, leaning against the arm of the sofa. You okay?

My shoulder hurts like hell.

When did you take your last pain pill?

Im overdue.

Kate put down her cup, went into the bathroom, and came out with a Percodan and a glass of water.

Tully took the pill and washed it down.

Now, Kate said, retaking her seat. You want to talk about whats really wrong?

No.

Come on, Tully. I know youre thinking about Chad, wondering if you did the right thing.

This is the problem with forever friends. They know too much.

Maybe.

And what do you and I know about love anyway?

Kates face took on that sad, semi-judgmental look that Tully hated. It was almost a poor-Tully look. I know about love, she said quietly. Maybe not being in love or being loved, but I know about loving someone and how much it can hurt. I think if you really loved Chad, youd know it, and youd be in Tennessee right now. At least, if I loved someone, Id know it.

Everything is always black and white with you. How do you always know what you want?

You know what you want, Tully. You always have.

So I dont get to fall in love? Thats my price for fame and success? Always being alone?

Of course you can fall in love. You just have to let yourself. They dont call it falling for nothing.

The words should have comforted Tully, they were intended to be hopeful, she knew that, but just then, she couldnt feel that optimism. Rather, she felt colder and emptier having heard them from Kate. Theres something missing in me, she said quietly. First my dad saw it. Whoever the hell he is,- he must have taken one look at me and run. And

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lets not even discuss my loving mother. Im … easy to leave. Why is that?

Kate scooted down the couch, leaned against Tully just the way they used to, all those years ago on the banks of the Pilchuck. The snack box poked into her back and she pulled it out from behind her and tossed it onto the messy, newspaper-strewn coffee table. Theres nothing missing in you, Tully. Its the opposite, in fact. Youre more than most people. You are really, really special, and if Chad didnt see thator couldnt wait for you to be ready for himthen he wasnt the guy for you. Maybe thats a normal problem when youre with an older guy. Hes ready to land when youre just taking off.

Thats true. I am young. I forgot about that. He should have understood that and waited for me. I mean, if he really loved me, how could he have left me? Could you leave someone you loved?

It depends.

On what?

If I thought he was ever going to love me back.

How long would you wait?

A long time.

That made Tully feel better for the first time since shed read the note from Chad. Youre right. I loved him, but I guess he didnt love me. Not enough anyway.

Kate frowned. Thats not exactly what I said.

Close enough. Were way too young to get tied down by love. How could I have forgotten that? She gave Kate a hug. What would I do without you?

It wasnt until much later, after a long and sleepless night, as Tully lay in bed watching another day dawn through the window, that her own words came back to her, haunting in their intensity. Easy to leave.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

From the moment Tully took the new job, Kate found herself watching her friends life from a distance. Month after month passed with them living separate lives, connected only by place. By the following summers end, their tiny apartment, once the container of their lives, had become something of a way station. Tully spent twelve hours a day, seven days a week, working. When she wasnt technically at work, she was chasing down leads and following stories, trying like hell to do somethinganythingthat would put her in front of the camera.

Without Tully, Kates life lost its shape, and like some overwashed sweater, no amount of positioning or folding could make it right again. Her mother told her repeatedly to snap out of her funk and start dating, have some fun, but how could she date when she had no interest in the guys who had interest in her?

Tully did not suffer from the same malaise. While she still cried about Chad when they were drinking late at night, she had no problem meeting guys and bringing them home. Kate had yet to see the same guy come out of Tullys bedroom twice. According to Tully, that was the plan. She had, or so she said, no intention of falling in love. In retrospect, of course, Tully came to believe that shed loved Chad desperately,

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so much so that no other man could measure up. But not enough, as Kate repeatedly pointed out, to call him or move to Tennessee.

To be honest, Kate was growing tired of her friends drunken reminiscences about the epic love shed had for Chad.

Kate knew what love was, how it could turn you inside out and dry up your heart. An unreturned love was a bleak and terrible thing. All day long, every day, she moved like a lesser planet in Johnnys orbit, watching him, wanting him, aching for him in lonely silence.

After that long night spent together in the hospital waiting room, Kate had thought there might actually be some hope. Shed felt that a door had opened between them,- theyd talked easily, and about important things. But whatever inroads had been made in the bright light of the waiting room had faded with the dawn. Shed never forget the look on his face when he learned that Tully would be fine. It was more than relief.

That was when hed pulled away from her.

Now finally it was time for her to pull away from him. Time to leave her little girl fantasies in the sandbox along with other forgotten toys and move on. He didnt love her. Any dreams to the contrary were simply that.

It couldnt go on anymore. That was the decision shed made at work today, while she stood in the doorway to his office, waiting for him to notice she was there.

As soon as her workday had ended, shed gone to the newsstand in the Public Market and purchased all the local papers. While Tully was out bar-hopping with her guy du jour, or working late, Kate intended to rechart the course of her life.

Sitting at the kitchen table, with her half-eaten dinner still in cartons around her, she opened the Seattle Times and turned to the classified section. There, she saw several interesting choices. Reaching for a pen, she was about to circle one when the door behind her opened.

She turned around and saw Tully in the doorway,- her friend wore her dating clothesan artfully torn sweatshirt that exposed one bare shoulder, jeans tucked into slouchy ankle boots, and a big low-slung

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belt. Her hair had been puffed up around her face and pulled into a bright banana clip over her left ear. An ornate set of crucifixes hung from around her neck.

Of course she had a guy with her,- she was draped all over him.

Hey, Katie, she said in a slurred Ive-already-had-three-margaritas voice. Look who I ran into.

The guy stepped out from behind the door.

Johnny.

Hey, Mularkey, he said, smiling. Tully wants you to come dancing with us.

She closed the newspaper with exaggerated care. No, thanks.

Come on, Katie. Itll be like old times, Tully said. The Three Musketeers.

I dont think so.

Tully let go of Johnnys hand and half stumbled, half lunged toward her. Please, she said. I had a bad day today. I need you.

Dont, Kate started, but Tully wasnt listening.

Well go to Kells.

Come on, Mularkey, Johnny said, moving toward her. Itll be fun.

The way he smiled made it impossible to say no, even though she knew it was a bad idea to join them.

Okay, she said. Ill get dressed.

She went into her bedroom and put on a sparkly blue dress with shoulder pads and a cinch belt. By the time she came back out of her room, Johnny had Tully pressed up against the wall, with her hands over her head and his hands covering hers, and was kissing her.

Im ready, Kate said dully.

Tully wiggled out from underneath Johnny and grinned at her. Excellent. Lets rock n roll.

Three abreast, their arms linked, they walked out of the apartment and down the empty cobblestone street. At Kells Irish Pub, they found a small empty table close to the dance floor.

The minute Johnny left to get them drinks, Kate looked across the table. What are you doing with him?

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Tully laughed. What can I say? We ran into each other after work and had a few drinks. One thing led to another, and … She looked sharply at Kate. Do you care if I sleep with him?

There it was. The question that mattered. Kate had no doubt that if she bared her soul and told the truth, this horrible night would be over. Tully would shut Johnny down faster than a storm door in a tornado, and she wouldnt tell Johnny why.

But what good would come of that? Kate knew how Johnny felt

.about Tully, how hed always felt. He wanted a woman with passion and

f|re,- losing Tully wouldnt make him turn to Kate. And maybe it was

time for drastic measures, finally. Kates hope had endured so much, but

thishim sleeping with Tullywould be the end of it.

She lifted her gaze, praying her eyes were dry. Come on, Tully, you know better than that.

Are you sure? Do you want

No. But … he cares about you, you do know that, right? You could break his heart.

Tully laughed at that. You Catholic girls worry about everyone, dont you?

Before Kate could answer, Johnny returned to the table with two margaritas and a bottle of beer. Setting them down, he took Tullys hand and dragged her onto the floor. There, they melted into the crowd, where he took her into his arms and kissed her.

Kate reached for her drink. She had no idea what that kiss meant to

Tully, but she knew what it meant to Johnny, and the knowledge seeped through her like some kind of poison.

For the next two hours, she sat with them, drinking heavily, pretending she was having fun. All the while something inside of her was slowly dying.

At some point during the endless, excruciating evening, Tully went to the bathroom and left Johnny and Kate alone. She tried to think of something to say to him, but frankly, she didnt dare make eye contact. With his damp, curling hair and flushed cheeks, he looked so damned sexy it made her chest ache.

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Shes really something, he said. Behind him, the band finished their song and turned to their sheet music for inspiration. I was starting to think it would never happen … her and me, he said, sipping his beer, gazing back toward the bathroom, as if he could draw her back by will alone.

You should be careful, Kate said almost too quietly to be heard. She knew the words, and the warning, would reveal something of her heart, but she couldnt help herself. Johnny might wear the suit of a cynic at work, but at the hospital shed learned the truth. Inside, where it mattered, he was an idealist. No one bruised as easily as a believer. She should know.

Johnny leaned toward her. What was that, Mularkey?

She shook her head. There was no way she could say it again, and besides, Tully was back.

Much later, when she lay in her lonely bedroom, listening to the sound of lovemaking coming from another room, she finally cried.

In the months since their party night at Kells Pub, Kate was not the only one to notice the change in Johnny. As autumn settled into the city and stripped it of color, the mood in the office became sullen and quiet. Mutt kept completely to himself, cleaning and rearranging his equipment, filing negatives in notebooks. Carol, who had been cajoled back to work after Tullys departure, stayed in her own office, with the door shut, barely saying a word to everyone, even when she got her coffee.

No one said a word about Johnnys appearance, but everyone saw that he seemed lately to be simply rolling out of bed and coming to work. His hair was too long and beginning to curl in all kinds of weird ways. He hadnt shaved in days,- his beard grew in dark, shadowed patches on his hollowed cheeks, and his clothes often didnt match.

The first few times hed come to work this way, theyd rallied around him like geese, clucking their worry. Quietly but firmly hed shut the door to his office, saying he was fine. Mutt had mounted an offensive

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that began with an offer of pot and ended with, Whatever, man. Im here if you wanna talk.

Carol had tried in her own way to swim the invisible moat Johnny had ringed around himself,- her attempts failed as utterly as Mutts.

The only one who didnt try to reach Johnny was Kate, and she was the only one who knew what the problem was.

Tully.

Just that morning, as theyd been having breakfast, Tully had said, Johnny keeps calling me. Should I go out with him again? ^ Fortunately for Kate, it had turned out to be a rhetorical question.

Tully answered it herself. No way. I want a relationship like I want a lethal injection. I thought he knew that.

Now Kate sat at her desk, supposedly filing their new insurance information.

She and Johnny were alone in the office for the first time in days. Carol and Mutt were out on assignment.

She got up slowly, walked to his closed office door. It made no sense for her to go to him,- certainly if the tables were turned he wouldnt have gone to her, but he was hurting right now, and she couldnt stand that. After a long minute, she knocked.

Come in.

She opened the door.

He was at his desk, hunched over, writing furiously on a yellow legal pad. Hair fell across his profile,- he impatiently tucked it behind his ear and looked up at her. Yeah, Mularkey?

She went to the fridge in the corner of his office and got two Henry Weinhards beers. Opening them, she handed one to him, then sat down on the edge of his cluttered desk. You look like a man who is drowning, she said simply.

He took the beer. It shows, huh?

It shows.

He glanced at the door. Are we alone?

Mutt and Carol left about ten minutes ago.

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Johnny took a long drink of his beer and leaned back in his chair. She wont return my phone calls.

I know.

I dont get it. That nightour night together, I meanI thought…

Do you want the truth?

I know the truth.

They sat there in silence for a long time, each sipping beer.

Its fucking awful to want someone you cant have.

And with those few words, Kate knew: she had never had a chance with him. Yeah, it is. She paused, looking down at him. It was timepast time, reallyfor her to let go of this dream and move on. Im sorry, Johnny, she finally said, getting up from the edge of his desk.

What are you sorry about?

She wished she had the nerve to answer him, to tell him how she felt, but some things were better left unspoken.

Seated in an uncomfortable chair in an unfamiliar office, Kate stared out the window at a bare, leafless tree and the gray sky behind it. She wondered idly when the last tangerine-colored leaves had fallen away.

Well, Ms. Mularkey, you have a very impressive resume for someone your age. May I ask why youre considering a career change to advertising?

Kate tried to look relaxed. Shed dressed carefully for today in a plain black wool gabardine suit, with a white blouse and a silk paisley tie tamed into a floppy bow at her throat. She hoped it was a look that said professional through and through. In my years in TV news Ive learned a few things about myself and a few things about the world. The news, as you know, is go-go-go. Were always moving at top speed, just getting the facts and then moving on. I often find myself more interested in what comes after the story than the story itself. Im better, I believe, at long-range thinking and planning. Details, rather than broad

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strokes. And Im a good writer. Id like to learn more about that, but I wont do it in ten-second sound bites.

Youve given this a lot of thought.

I have.

The woman across the desk leaned back, studying Kate through a pair of trendy, bead-encrusted glasses. She seemed to like what she saw. Okay, Ms. Mularkey. Ill discuss this with my partners and well get back to you. Just so I know, when could you start work?

Id need to give two-weeks notice and then Id be ready to go.

Excellent. The woman stood. Do you need a parking voucher?

No, thank you. Kate shook the womans hand firmly and left the -xjffice.

Outside, Pioneer Square huddled beneath a stern charcoal-hued sky. Cars clogged the narrow, oldfashioned streets, but very few pedestrians walked past the brick-faced buildings. Even the homeless people who usually slept on these park benches and bummed smokes and money from passersby were somewhere else on this cold afternoon.

Kate walked briskly along First Avenue, buttoning up her old college coat as she went. She caught the uptown bus and got off at the stop in front of the office at exactly 3:57.

Surprisingly, the main office room was empty. Kate hung up her coat and tossed her purse and briefcase under her desk, then went around the corner to Johnnys office. Im back.

He was on the phone, but he motioned for her to come in. Come on, he was saying in an exasperated voice, how am I supposed to help you with that? He was silent for a moment, frowning. Then, Fine. But you owe me one. He hung up the phone and smiled at Kate, but it wasnt the old smile, the one that had taken her breath away. She hadnt seen that one since the night with Tully

Youre wearing a suit, he said. Dont think I havent noticed. Around here, that means only two things, and since I know you arent anchoring the news …

Mogelgaard and Associates.

The ad agency? What position did you apply for?

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Account executive.

Youd be good at that.

Thanks, but I dont have the job yet.

You will.

She waited for him to say more, but he just stared at her, as if something troubled him. No doubt she reminded him of the night with Tully. Well, I better get back to work.

Wait. Im working on this story for Mike Hurtt. I could use some help.

Sure.

For the next few hours, they sat huddled together at his desk, working and reworking the problematic script. Kate tried to keep her distance from him and told herself never to make eye contact. Both resolutions failed. By the time they finished work, night had fallen outside,- the quiet outer offices were banked in shadows.

I owe you dinner, Johnny said, putting his papers away. Its almost eight.

You dont owe me anything, she answered. I was just doing my job.

He looked at her. How will I get along without you?

Months ago, when there was still hope, she would have blushed at a moment like this. Maybe even a week ago she would have. Ill help you hire someone.

You think replacing you will be easy?

She had no answer for that. Im going now

I owe you dinner. Thats all there is to it. Now get your coat. Please.

Okay.

They went downstairs and got into his car. In minutes, they were pulling up to a beautiful cedar-shaked houseboat on Lake Union.

Where are we? Kate asked.

My house. Dont worry, Im not going to make you dinner. I just want to change my clothes. Youre all dressed up.

Kate steeled herself against the emotion knocking on her heart. She would not let it in. For too long shed let herself be pulverized by dreams of a happy ending that wasnt to be. She followed him down the dock and into a house that was surprisingly spacious.

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Johnny immediately went to the fireplace, where a fire was already set. He bent down, lighting the newspapers and kindling fire roared to life. Then he turned to her. Would you like a drink?

Rum and Coke?

Perfect. He went to the kitchen, poured two drinks, and returned. Here you go. Ill be right back.

She stood there a moment, uncertain of what to do. She glanced around the living room, noticing how few photographs he had. On the television cabinet there was a single picture of a middle-aged couple, dressed in brightly colored clothing, squatting together in a junglelooking setting with children clustered around them.

My parents, Johnny said, coming up behind her. Myrna and William.

She spun around, feeling as if shed been caught snooping. Where do they live? she said, going to the couch, sitting down. She needed distance between them.

They were missionaries. They were killed in Uganda by Amins death squads.

Where were you?

When I was sixteen, they sent me to school in New York. That was the last time I saw them.

So they were idealists, too.

What do you mean, too?

She saw no reason to put it into words, this knowledge shed gleaned over the years, cobbled together into an image of his life. It doesnt matter. You were lucky to be raised by people who believed in something.

He stared at her, frowning.

Is that why you became a war correspondent? To fight in your own way?

He sighed and shook his head, then walked over to the sofa and sat down beside her. The way he looked at her, as if she were somehow watery or out of focus, made her heartbeat speed up. How do you do that?

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What?

Know me?

She smiled, hoping it didnt look as brittle as it felt. Weve worked together a long time.

It was a long moment before he said, Why are you really quitting, Mularkey?

She leaned back a little. Remember when you said it was awful to want something you cant have? Im never going to be a kick-ass reporter or a first-rate producer. I dont live and breathe the news. Im tired of not being good enough.

I said, it was awful to want someone you couldnt have.

Well … its all the same.

Is it? He put his drink on the coffee table.

She shifted her weight to face him, pulled her legs up underneath her. I know about wanting someone.

He looked skeptical. No doubt he was thinking about the times Tully teased her about never dating. Who?

She knew she should lie, gloss over the question, but just now, with him so close, she felt a wave of longing that nearly overwhelmed her. God help her, but that door seemed opened again. Though she knew it wasnt, knew it was an illusion, she walked through it anyway. You.

He drew back,- it was obvious that hed never imagined this. You never …

How could I? I know how you feel about Tully.

She waited for him to say something, but he just looked at her. In the silence, she could make up anything. He hadnt said no, hadnt laughed. Maybe that meant something.

For years, shed expended effort to keep the faucet of her longing for him turned off, but now that he so close, there was no holding back. This was her last chance. Kiss me, Johnny. Show me Im wrong to want you.

I wouldnt want to hurt you. Youre a nice girl, and Im not looking for

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What if not kissing you hurts me?

Katie …

For once, she wasnt Mularkey. She leaned closer. Now whos afraid? Kiss me, Johnny.

Just before her lips touched his, she thought she heard him say, This is a bad idea, but before she could reassure him, he was kissing her back.

It wasnt the first time Kate had been kissed,- it wasnt even the first time shed been kissed by a man she cared about, and yet, absurdly, she started to cry.

He tried to pull away when he noticed her tears, but she wouldnt let him. One moment they were on the sofa, making out like teenagers,- the next thing she knew, she was on the floor in front of the fire, naked.

He knelt beside her, still clothed. Shadows concealed half his body and highlighted the sharp angles and hollows of his face. Are you sure?

That would have been a good question before my clothes came off. Smiling, she angled up and began unbuttoning his shirt.

He made a sound that was part desperation, part surrender, and let her undress him. Then he took her in his arms again.

His kisses were different now, harsher, deeper, more erotic. She felt her body responding in a way it never had before,- it was as if she became nothing and everything, just a ragged collection of nerve endings. His touch was her torture, her salvation.

Sensations became everything, all that she was, all that she cared about,- pain, pleasure, frustration. Even her breathing wasnt her own. She was gasping, choking, crying out for him to stop, and not to stop, and to make it go on and make it go away.

She felt her body arching up, as if the whole of her were reaching for something, needing it with a desperation that made her ache, but she didnt even know what it was.

And then he was inside her, hurting her. She gasped at the suddenness of the pain but made no sound. Instead, she clung to him, kissing him and moving with him until the pain dissolved and there was none

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of her left,- there was only this, the feelings of them where they came together, the sharp, aching need for something more …

I love you, she thought, holding him, rising to meet him. The withheld words filled her head, became a soundtrack to the rhythm of their bodies.

Katie, he cried out, thrusting deep inside her.

Her body exploded, like some star in space, breaking apart, floating away. Time stopped for a moment, then settled slowly back in place.

Wow, she said, flopping back onto the warm carpet. For the first time in her life, she got what all the hype was about.

He stretched out beside her, his sweat-dampened body tucked in close to hers. Keeping one arm around her, he stared up at the ceiling. Like hers, his breathing was ragged.

You were a virgin, he said, sounding frighteningly far away.

Yes, was all she could say.

She rolled onto her side, slid her naked leg over him. Is it always like that?

When he turned to her, she saw something in his blue eyes that confused her: fear.

No, Katie, he said after a long time. Its not.

Kate woke in Johnnys arms. They both lay on their backs, with the sheets puddled around their hips. She stared up at the planked ceiling, feeling the heavy, unfamiliar weight of his hand between her naked breasts.

Dawns pale glow slanted through the open window, collecting in a buttery smear on the hardwood floor. The endless slapping of waves against the pilings echoed the slow and steady beat of her heart.

She didnt know what she was supposed to do now, how she was supposed to act. From their first kiss, this had been a magical and unexpected gift. Theyd made love three times during the night, the last time only a few hours ago. Theyd kissed, theyd made omelettes and eaten in front of the fire, theyd talked about their families and their

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job and their dreams. Johnny had even told a series of extremely stupid jokes.

What they hadnt talked about was tomorrow, and it was here now, as much a presence between them as the soft sheets and the sound of their breathing.

She was glad shed waited to make love, even though waiting for the right guy was unfashionable these days. Everything about last night had rocked her world, just as the poets predicted.

But what if Johnny didnt think she was the right girl? He hadnt said he loved herof course he hadntand without those words, how was a woman to put passion in context?

Was she supposed to get dressed and sneak out and pretend it never happened? Or should she go downstairs and make breakfast and pray to God that last night was a beginning and not an ending?

When she felt him stir beside her, she tensed up.

Morning, he said in a gravelly voice.

She didnt know how to play coy or act indifferent. Shed loved him too long to pretend otherwise. What mattered now was that they didnt just get up and go their separate ways. Tell me something I dont know about you.

He stroked her upper arm. Hmmm. I used to be an altar boy.

It was surprisingly easy to picture him like that, a young, skinny boy, with his hair slicked back from his face with water, walking carefully up the aisle. The image made her giggle. My mother would love you.

Now tell me something about you.

Im a science fiction geekess. Star Wars, Star Trek, Dune. I love them all.

I would have pegged you for a romance reader.

That, too. Now tell me something that matters. Why did you quit reporting?

You always go right for deep water, dont you? He sighed. I think youve figured it out anyway. El Salvador. I went down there like some kind of white knight, ready to shine my light on the truth. And then I saw what was happening …

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She said nothing, just kissed the curl of his shoulder.

My folks had hidden so much from me. I thought I was prepared, but you cant be. Its blood and death and body parts being blown off. Its dead kids in the street and boys with machine guns. I got captured … His voice faded away,- he cleared his throat and reinforced it. I dont know why they let me live, but they did. Lucky me. I tucked my tail between my legs and ran home.

You didnt do anything to be ashamed of.

I ran like a coward. And I failed. So now you know it all, why Im in Seattle.

Do you think it changes how I feel about you?

It was a moment before he said, We need to take this slow, Katie.

I know. She rolled over, so that she was pressed against him. She tried to memorize everything about his face and how he looked first thing in the morning. She saw the shadow of a beard that had grown in their sleeping hours and thought: Already, changes.

He tucked the hair behind her ear. I dont want to hurt you.

She wanted to say simply, Then dont, but this wasnt a time for simple answers or pretense. Honesty mattered now. Ill take the risk of getting hurt if you will, she said evenly.

A hint of a smile played at the edges of his mouth, but she didnt see it in his eyes. In fact, he looked more than a little worried. I knew youd be dangerous.

She didnt understand. Me? You must be joking. No one has ever thought I was dangerous.

I do.

Why?

He didnt answer,- instead, he leaned forward just enough to kiss her. She closed her eyes, waiting for it. She wasnt sure, but maybe, just before his lips touched hers, he said, Because youre the kind of girl a guy could fall in love with.

He didnt sound particularly happy as he said it.

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Outside her front door, Kate paused. Only moments before shed been flying high, reveling in the night spent in Johnnys arms, but now she was back in the real world, where shed just slept with a man her best friend had slept with first.

What would Tully say?

She opened the door and went inside. On this gray, rainy morning, the apartment was surprisingly quiet. She tossed her purse on the kitchen table and made herself a cup of tea.

Where the hell have you been?

She turned, flinched.

Tully stood there, her hair dripping wet, wearing nothing but a towel. I almost called the cops last night. Where Youre wearing the suit from yesterday. A slow, knowing smile crept across her face. Did you spend the night with someone? Oh, my God, you did. Youre blushing. Tully laughed. And I thought you were going to die a virgin. She grabbed Kates arm and dragged her over to the sofa. Talk.

Kate stared at her best friend, wishing shed come home after Tully had left for work. This needed thought, planning. Tully could ruin it all with a word, a look. Hes mine, her friend could say, and what would Kate do?

Talk, Tully said again, bumping her.

Kate took a deep breath. Im in love.

Whoa there, Penelope Pitstop. Love? After one night?

It was now or never, and though never sounded good, there was no point in putting off the inevitable. No, she said. Ive loved him for years.

Who?

Johnny.

Our Johnny?

Kate refused to let the pronoun wound her. Yes. Last night

He slept with me, what? A few months ago, then wouldnt stop calling. Hes on the rebound, Katie. He cant be in love with you.

Kate tried not to let the word rebound find purchase, but it did. I knew youd make it about you.

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But … hes your boss, for Gods sake.

I quit. Im starting a job in advertising in two weeks.

Oh, great. Now youre giving up your career for a guy.

We both know Im not good enough to make it at the networks. Thats your dream, Tully. It always was. She could see that her friend wanted to argue the point,- she saw, too, that any argument would be a lie. Im in love with him, Tully, she said finally. I have been for years.

Why didnt you tell me?

I was scared.

Of what?

Katie couldnt answer.

Tully stared at her. In those dark, expressive eyes, she saw everything: fear, worry, and jealousy. This has disaster written all over it.

I didnt trust Chad all those years ago, remember? But I put it aside because you needed me to.

Speaking of love disasters.

Can you be happy for me?

Tully stared at her, and though she finally smiled, it wasnt the real thing and both of them knew it. Ill try.

Rebound. The word, like the image it represented, kept springing into Kates mind.

He slept with me, what? A few months ago …

… cant be in love with you …

As soon as Tully left the apartment, Kate called in sick to work and crawled into bed. She hadnt been there more than twenty minutes when a knock at the front door startled her out of her thoughts. Damn it, Tully, she muttered, pulling on her pink velour robe and slipping into her bunny slippers. Cant you ever remember your key? She opened the door.

Johnny stood there. You dont look sick.

Liar. I look terrible.

He reached forward, untied the belt, and pushed the robe off her

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shoulders. It fell around her feet in a poufy pink puddle. A flannel nightgown. How sexy. He closed the door behind them.

She tried not to think about her conversation with Tully

rebound

cant love you

but the words chased one another across her mind, tripping every now and then over his.- … dont want to hurt you.

She saw now, suddenly, the danger shed accepted so naively. He could shatter her heart and there was no way to protect herself.

I thought youd be happy to see me, he said.

I told Tully about us.

Oh. And was there a problem?

She thinks Im a rebound girl.

She does, does she?

Kate swallowed hard. Do you love her?

Thats what this is about? He swept her up into his arms, carrying her toward her bedroom as if she weighed nothing at all. Once they were in bed, he began unbuttoning her nightgown, planting kisses along the way. It doesnt matter, he whispered against her bare skin. She didnt love me.

She closed her eyes and let him rock her world again, but when it was over and she was curled against him again, the uncertainty returned. She might not be the most experienced girl in the world, but neither was she the most naive, and there was one thing of which she was sure: it mattered whether Johnny had loved Tully.

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Falling in love was everything Kate had dreamed it would be. By the time spring came again, painting the landscape with vibrant color, she and Johnny were an honest-to-God couple,- they spent most of their weekends together and as many weeknights as possible. In March shed brought him home to meet the parents and theyd been ecstatic. A nice Irish Catholic boy with a great career and a good sense of humor who liked to play board games and cards. Dad called him a good egg and Mom declared him to be perfect. Definitely worth waiting for, shed whispered at the end of the first meeting.

For his part, Johnny had fit into the Mularkey clan as if hed been born into it. Hed never admitted it, but Kate was certain that he liked being part of a family again after so many solitary years. Although they didnt talk about the future, they enjoyed every minute of the present.

But that was all about to change.

Now she was in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Beside her, Johnny lay sleeping. It was just past four oclock in the morning and already shed thrown up twice. There was no point in putting off the inevitable any longer.

She peeled the covers back gently, careful not to wake him, and got

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out of bed. Barefoot, she crossed the thick pad of carpet and went into his bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Opening her purse, she dug through the clutter and withdrew the package shed purchased yesterday. Then she opened the package and followed the directions.

Slightly less than two hours later, she had an answer: pink for pregnant.

She stared down at it. Her first ridiculous thought was that for a girl whod dreamed of becoming a mother, she was damned close to crying.

Johnny wouldnt be happy about this. He was nowhere near ready for fatherhood. He hadnt even said he loved her yet.

She loved him so much, and everything had been so great for the past few months. Still, she couldnt shake the feeling that it was fragile, this relationship of theirs, that the balance was tenuous. A baby could ruin them.

She hid the package and indicator back in her pursethe extraordinary thing mixed in the ordinary debris of her lifeand took a long hot shower. By the time she was dressed and ready for work, the alarm was going off. She went to the bed and sat beside him, stroking his hair as he woke up.

He smiled up at her, said, Hey, sleepily.

She wanted to say simply, Im pregnant, but the admission wouldnt come. Instead, she said, Ive got to go in early today. The Red Robin account.

He looped a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her down for a kiss. When it was over, she meant to ease away. I love you, she whispered.

He kissed her again. And that makes me the luckiest guy in the world.

She said goodbye as if this were just another in the string of mornings theyd woken up together, and went to work. In her office, she slammed her door shut and stood there, trying not to cry.

Im pregnant, she said to the ad-covered walls.

Now, if only she could say it to Johnny. She ought to be able to say

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anything to him, wasnt that how love was supposed to work? God knew she loved him enough, maybe even more than enough. She could no longer imagine a life without him. She loved the routine of their lives, the way they often had breakfast together in the kitchen of his houseboat, standing side by side in front of the sink, or the way they sat in bed at night, snuggled together, watching Arsenio Hall. When he kissed her, whether it was a quiet goodnight kiss or a passionate lets-startsomething one, her heart always kicked into high gear. They talked all the time, about anything and everything,- until today, she would have said there were no words she couldnt say to him.

For most of the day, she moved forward on autopilot, but somewhere around four oclock, her will failed her. Picking up the phone, she dialed the familiar number and waited impatiently.

Hello? Tully said.

Its me. Im having a crisis.

Ill be there in twenty, Tully said without hesitation.

For the first time all day, Kate smiled. Just being with Tully would help,- it always had. Fifteen minutes later, she tidied up her already neat desk, grabbed her purse, and left her office.

Outside, the sun was a pale white ball in a washed-out blue sky. A few hardy tourists walked up and down Pioneer Square. Across the street, the homeless people who lived in Occidental Park lay sprawled out on the cobblestoned ground and the ironwork benches, huddled beneath filthy blankets and old sleeping bags. The trees around them were in full bloom.

Kate buttoned up her coat just as Tully pulled up in her brand-new metallic-blue Corvette convertible.

As always, the car made Kate both shake her head and smile. It was so damned … phallic, and yet somehow Tully fit it perfectly. Her wool pants and silk blouse were even the same color blue as the car.

Kate hurried around to the passenger side and got in.

Where do you want to go?

Surprise me, Kate answered.

You got it.

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In no time at all, theyd snaked through the downtown traffic, rocketed over the West Seattle Bridge, and arrived at a restaurant on Alki Beach. On this faded spring day the place was empty, and they were seated instantly at a table overlooking the steely Sound.

Thank God you called, Tully said. This was the week from hell. Theyve had me traveling to every armpit town in the state. Last week I interviewed a guy in Cheney whos built a truck that runs on wood. I kid you not. He has a stove in the bed thats the size of an aircraft carrier and it takes a half a cord a week. I could barely see the damn truck through the black smoke it belched out, and he wanted me to report that hed discovered the future. Tomorrow Im supposed to go to Lynden to interview some Hutterite chick who won thirty-two blue ribbons at the fair. Yippee. Oh, and last week

Im pregnant.

Tullys mouth dropped open. Are you kidding me?

Do I look like Im kidding?

Holy shit … Tully leaned back in her seat, looking stunned. I thought you were on the pill.

I am. And Ive never missed one.

Pregnant. Wow. What did Johnny say?

I havent told him yet.

What are you going to do? The question was heavy, weighed down as it was by the unspoken option.

I dont know. Kate looked up, met Tullys gaze. But I know what Im not going to do.

Tully stared at her for a long time, saying nothing. In those amazingly expressive dark eyes, Kate saw a parade bf emotionsdisbelief, fear, sadness, worry, and finally, love. Youll be/a great mother, Katie.

She felt the start of tears. It was what she wanted,- now, here, for the first time she dared to admit it to herself. That was what a best friend

did: hold up a mirror and show you your heart. Hes never said he loved me, Tully.

Oh. Well … You know Johnny.

With that, Kate felt the past rear up between them. She knew Tully

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was feeling it, too, this thing they tried so hard to forget: their shared knowledge of John Ryan. Youre like him, she finally said. How will he feel when he finds out?

Trapped.

It was exactly what Kate had told herself. So what do I do?

Youre asking me? The woman who cant keep a goldfish alive for more than a week? Tully laughed; it sounded only the tiniest bit bitter. You go home and tell the man you love that hes going to be a dad.

You make it sound so easy.

Tully reached across the table, taking her hand. Trust him, Katie.

She knew it was the best advice she could get. Thanks.

Now lets talk about the important shit, like names. You dont have to name her after me. Tallulah sort of sucks. No wonder dopehead picked it, but my middle name is Rose. Thats not so bad …

The rest of the afternoon passed in quiet conversation. They avoided talk of the baby and focused on inconsequential things. By the time theyd left the restaurant and driven back to town, Kates desperation had eased. It wasnt gone, but having a plan of action helped.

When Tully parked behind the houseboat, Kate gave her friend a fierce hug and said goodbye.

Alone in Johnnys house, she changed into a pair of sweats and an old T-shirt, then went into the living room to wait for him.

As she sat there, knees pressed together (too late for that), her hands clasped, she listened to the ordinary sounds of this life shed grown accustomed tothe slap of the waves on the pilings around her, the squawking of seagulls, the ever-present chug of a motorboat going past. It had never felt quite so fragile before, or so bittersweet. All her life shed imagined love as a durable thing, a polyester emotion that could handle the wear and tear of everyday action, but now she saw how dangerous that perception was. It lulled you, put you at risk.

Across the room, the lock clicked and the door opened. Johnny smiled when he saw her. Hey, there. I called you before I left the office. Where were you?

I played hooky with Tully.

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Happy hour, huh? He pulled her up into his arms and kissed her.

She let herself melt against him. When she put her arms around him, she found that she couldnt let go.

She held on so tightly he had to actually pull her away. Katie? he said, stepping back enough to look down at her. Whats wrong?

In the last hour shed imagined a dozen different ways to tell him, to ease him into the news, but now, standing here in front of him, she saw what a waste all those plans were. This wasnt a gift that could be wrapped in pretty paper and she wasnt the kind of woman who could stay silent.

Im pregnant, she said in as firm a voice as she could manage.

He stared at her for an eternity, uncomprehending. Youre what? How did that happen?

The normal way, Im pretty sure.

He let out a long, slow breath and sank to the sofa. A baby.

I didnt mean for it to happen. She sat down beside him. I dont want you to feel trapped.

The smile he gave her was a strangers, not the one she loved, that crinkled up his eyes and made her smile back. You know how much I want to just pick up and leave when Im finally ready. Follow a big story and redeem myself. Its been in my head for so long … ever since I screwed up in El Salvador.

She swallowed hard, nodded. Her eyes stung, but she refused to draw attention to her tears by wiping them away. I know.

He reached out, touched her flat stomach. But I couldnt just leave anymore, could I?

Because of the baby? \

Because I love you, he said simply.

I love you, too, but I dont want to ,

He slid off the couch, positioned himself on one knee, and she drew in a sharp breath. Kathleen Scarlett Mularkey will you marry me?

She wanted to say yes, scream it, but she didnt dare. Fear was still too much a part of how she felt. So she had to say instead, Are you sure, Johnny?

And then, finally, she saw his smile. Im sure.

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Kate had taken Tullys adviceof courseand gone for timeless elegance. Her wedding dress was an ivory silk gown with a heavily beaded bodice and an off-the-shoulder neckline. Her hair, carefully lightened in a trio of blonds, had been drawn back from her face and coiled into a Grace Kelly twist. The veil, when she put it on, would float over her face and fall down to her shoulders like a sparkling cloud. For the first time in her life she felt movie-star beautiful. Mom thought so, too,- she took one look and started to cry. A few moments ago she had hugged Kate fiercely, kissed her cheek, and gone into the church, leaving Kate and Tully alone for the first time all day.

Now, standing in front of a full-length mirror that captured her fairy-tale reflection, Kate glanced over at Tully, whod been uncharacteristically quiet on this grand poobah of hair and makeup days. Dressed in the pale pink strapless taffeta bridesmaids gown, she looked vaguely out of place and fidgety.

You look like youre gearing up for a funeral instead of a wedding.

Tully looked at her, trying to make a smile look real, but theyd been friends too long to pass each other such counterfeit emotions. Are you sure about getting married? I mean really sure? Theres no

Im sure.

Tully appeared unconvinced,- more than that, she looked afraid. Good, she said, biting her lower lip, nodding stiffly. Cause its forever.

You know what else is forever?

Dirty diapers.

Kate reached out for Tullys hand, noticing how cold her friends skin was. How could she convince Tully that this was the Y in their lives, the inevitable separation, but not an abandonment? Us, she said pointedly. Well be friends through jobs and kids and marriages. She grinned. Im sure Ill outlast several of your husbands.

Oh, thats nice. Tully laughed, bumping her shoulder into Kates. You think I wont be able to stay married.

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Kate leaned against her friend. I think youll do whatever you want, Tully. Youre such a bright light. Me, I just want Johnny. I love him so much it hurts sometimes.

How can you say you only want Johnny? You have a great career. Someday youre going to be running that agency. This pregnancy wont throw you off course. These days women can have it all.

Kate smiled. Thats you, Tully. And Im so proud of you that I cant stand it. Sometimes at Safeway I tell complete strangers that Im your friend. But I need you to be proud of me, too. No matter what I do. Or dont do.

Im always there for you. You know that.

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I know.

They stared at each other, and in that moment, with both of them dressed up like princesses and standing in front of a mirror, they were fourteen years old again, planning the whole of their lives.

Tully finally smiled. This time it was the real thing. When are you going to tell your mom about the baby?

After Im married. Kate laughed. Ill confess to God, but Im not telling my mom till Im Mrs. Ryan.

For a single, glorious moment, time simply stopped. They were TullyandKate again,- girls sharing secrets.

Then the door opened.

Its time, Dad said. The church is full. Tully: youre up.

Tully gave Kate a big hug, then hurried out of the dressing room.

Kate stared at her dad in his rented tux, with his newly cut hair, and felt a rolling wave of love for him. Through the doors, they heard the music start up. p>

You look beautiful, he said after a moment/His voice was uneven, not his usual sound at all.

She went to him, looked up, remembering a hundred moments in the space of a heartbeat. The way he read her bedtime stories when she was little and tucked spare money in her back pocket when she was older, the way he sang off-key at church.

He touched her chin, tilted her face up. That was when she saw the

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tears in his eyes. Youll always be my little girl, Katie Scarlett. Dont you forget that.

I could never forget it.

Inside, the music changed to Here Comes the Bride. They linked arms and walked toward the churchs double doors. One halting step after another, they made their way down the aisle.

Johnny stood at the altar, waiting for her. When he took her hand in his and smiled down at her, she felt that swelling in her chest again, the sweet knowing that this was the man for her. No matter what else would happen to her in this life, she knew that she was marrying her true love, and that made her one of the lucky ones.

From then on, the night took on the hazy, insubstantial edges of a dream. They stood at the end of the receiving line, kissing friends and relatives and collecting their well-wishes.

The world felt wide open. Anything was possible. Kate found that she couldnt stop smiling or crying.

When the music startedMadonnas Crazy for YouJohnny found her in the crowd and reached for her hand.

Hey, Mrs. Ryan.

Touch me once and youll know its true…

She moved into the circle of his arms, loving the feel of him against her.

All around them, people stepped back, making room for the newlyweds to dance. She could feel them watching, smiling, saying how romantic the song was and how beautiful the bride looked.

It was the Cinderella-at-the-ball moment that Kate had dreamed of

all her life. I love you, she said.

Youd better, he whispered, kissing her gently.

When the song ended, the audience burst into applause. Champagne glasses were raised alongside bottles of beer and cocktail glasses,- guests shouted, To the Ryans!

It wasnt until the tail end of the most magical of nights that Kates smile first left her. She was at the bar, getting another glass of sparkling cider and talking to her Aunt Georgia, when it happened.

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

I dont know who writes these directions, but I dont think the assholes speak English. Kate smiled and stepped cautiously down the ladder. They were in the downstairs bedroom of the houseboat, readying the nursery. She could tell that Tully was about thirty seconds away from throwing the screwdriver at the freshly painted wall. Let me look at the sheet.

From her place in the middle of the floor, surrounded by piles of white sticks and boards and groupings of screws and washers, Tully held up the long, wrinkled piece of paper. Be my guest.

Kate studied the ridiculously complicated directions. We start with that long flat piece. It dovetails into that piece, see? Then you screw that part on there …

For the next two hours, they sat or stood, hunkered together and hunched over, putting together the most complicated crib of all time.

When it was done, and tucked in place against the sunshine-yellow wall with the Winniethe-Pooh border, they stood back and admired it. What would I do without you, Tully?

Tully put an arm around her. Thankfully youll never have to know. Come on, Im making margaritas.

I cant drink. You know that.

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Tully grinned at her. My deepest apologies for that, but youll notice that I have no bun in the oven. I dont believe Im within eight hundred miles of a bun, in fact. So, not only can I have a margarita, but after putting together that criba job which, I might add, is totally Johnnys and in fact required a scrotum to complete in less than a full dayI deserve a margarita. And you, O fattening one, can have a virgin drink. Ironic, dont you think?

Arm in arm, they went to the kitchen and made the drinks. All the way there, and back to the living room, where they sat in front of the fire, they talked. About little things, mostlythe speeding ticket Tully got last week, Seans new girlfriend, the class Mom was taking at the Iocal community college.

Whats it like, Tully asked when Kate got up to put a log on the fire, being married?

Well, its only been three months, so Im hardly an expert, but so far its great. She sat back down and put her feet on the coffee table, resting her hand on the barely noticeable bump of her stomach. Youll think Im crazy, but I love the routine, the way we have breakfast together, each reading our own stuff,- I love that hes the first person I see every morning and that he kisses me goodnight before I fall asleep. She smiled at Tully. But I miss sharing a bathroom with you. Hes constantly moving my stuff and putting it awayand then he forgets where he put it. How about you, Tully? Hows life in our old apartment?

Lonely, Tully said, shrugging and smiling as if she didnt care. Im getting used to it again. \

You can call anytime, you know. \

And I do. Tully laughed and poured herfielf a second margarita. Have you guys figured out the plan for life after my godchilds birth? Will they let you have a few weeks off?

This was the subject Kate had tried to avoid. Shed known what she wanted to do from the moment Johnny had married her, but she hadnt had the courage to tell Tully. She took a deep breath. Im quitting.

What? Why? Theyve got you on the best accounts, and you and

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Johnny are making good money. Its 1987 for crying out loud. You dont have to quit your job to be a mother. You can hire a nanny.

I dont want someone else raising this baby. At least not until kindergarten.

That got Tully on her feet. Kindergarten? What is that, eight years?

Kate smiled at that. Five.

But

No buts. Its important to me to be a good mother. You, of all people, should understand how much it matters to a kid.

Tully sat back down. They both knew there was nothing she could really say to that. Tully still bore the scars of a bad mother. Women can do both, you know. This isnt the fifties.

My mom went on every field trip I ever took. She was a helper in the classroom every year until I begged her to please stop coming. I didnt take the bus until I was in junior high and still remember talking to my mom on the ride home after school. I want my child to have all that. I can always go back to work later.

And you think that will be enough for youcarpools and field trips and classroom-volunteering?

If its not, Ill find something else. Come on, its not like Im an astronaut. She smiled. So, tell me about your job. Ill live vicariously through you, so make the stories good.

Tully immediately launched into a hilarious story about her most recent assignment.

Kate leaned back and closed her eyes, listening.

Kate? Kate?

She was so lost in her thoughts it took her a moment to realize that Tully was talking to her. She laughed. Sorry about that. What were you saying?

You fell asleep on me. I was telling you about this guy who asked me out and when I looked over, you were out like a light.

I was not, Kate said quickly, but the truth was that she did feel drowsy, kind of light-headed, too. I think I need a cup of tea. She

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stood up and swayed precariously, reaching out for the back of the couch. Wow, that was In the middle of her sentence, she looked at Tully and frowned. Tully?

Tully got to her feet so quickly, she knocked over her margarita. She put an arm around Kate, steadying her. Im right here.

Something was wrong,- a wave of dizziness struck her so hard and suddenly that she stumbled.

Hold on, honey, Tully said, moving her gently toward the door. We need to get to a phone.

A phone? Kate shook her head in confusion,- her vision blurred. I dont know whats happening, she mumbled. Is this a surprise party for me? Is it my birthday?

Then she looked down at the sofa where shed been sitting.

A dark pool of blood stained the cushion and splattered the decking at her feet. Oh, no, she whispered, touching her stomach. She wanted to say more, pray to God to for help, but while she was grasping for words, the world tilted sickeningly and she passed out.

Tully forced them to let her stay in the ambulance. She sat by Kate, saying, Im right here, over and over.

Kate was conscious, but barely so. Her skin was as pale as an old overwashed sheet,- even her green eyes, usually so bright, were dull and glassy. Tears leaked down her temples. ,

The ambulance pulled up to the hospital. Tully/ivas pushed aside in their haste to get Kate out of the van and into the bright lights of the hospital. She stood there in the open doorway, watching them take her best friend away. Suddenly she felt the full impact of what was happening.

Women having miscarriages could bleed to death.

Please, God, she said, wishing for the first time in her life that she really knew how to pray, dont let me lose her.

She knew it was the wrong prayer, not the one Kate would have wanted. And take care of her baby.

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It felt like throwing diamonds into a river, praying to this God that had never listened to her. Katie goes to church every Sunday, she reminded Him, just in case.

In the small green hospital room that overlooked the parking lot, Kate lay sleeping. Beside her Mrs. M. sat in a molded plastic chair reading a paperback novel. As always, she moved her lips as she read.

Tully came up beside her, touched her shoulder. I brought you some coffee. She let her hand rest on Mrs. M.s shoulder. It had been almost two hours since Kate lost the baby and although Johnny had been called, he was on assignment in Spokane, on the other side of the state.

I guess its a blessing it happened early, Tully said.

Four months isnt early, Tully, Mrs. Mularkey said quietly. And people who havent had a miscarriage always say that. It was what Bud said to me. Twice. She looked up. It never felt like much of a blessing to me. It felt like losing someone I loved. You know about that, dont you?

Thanks, she said, squeezing Mrs. Mularkeys shoulder, and then moving closer to the bed. Now I know what not to say. I just wish I knew what would help.

Kate opened her eyes and saw them.

Mrs. Mularkey stood up, moved next to the bed, standing shoulder to shoulder with Tully.

Hey, Kate whispered. How long until Johnny At her husbands name, her voice cracked like an egg and she started to shake.

Did someone say my name?

Tully spun around.

He stood in the open doorway, carrying a bouquet of flowers that wilted slightly to the left. Everything about him looked disheveled his unshaven face was a contrasting palette of pale skin and stubbly black beard, his hair was a long, tangled black mess, and his eyes bespoke a bone-deep exhaustion. His Levis were torn and dirty, his khaki shirt had more wrinkles than an unmade bed. I hired a private plane. Its going to be a hell of a Visa bill.

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He tossed the flowers on a chair and went to his wife. Hey, baby, he whispered. Im sorry it took me so long.

It was a boy, Katie said, bursting into tears, clinging to him.

Tully heard Johnny start to cry with Kate.

Mrs. Mularkey came up beside her, slipped an arm around her waist.

He loves her, Tully said slowly. The memory of her night with Johnny had somehow blinded her, trapped her like an insect in the sap of a forgotten time. Shed imagined that Kate was his second choice somehow, his Miss Runner-Up to love.

But this … this was no second choice.

Mrs. Mularkey pulled her away from the bed. Of course he loves her. Come on, lets leave them alone.

They took their coffees and went out into the hallway, where Mr. M. was sitting on an uncomfortable chair. When he looked up, his eyes were bloodshot. How is she?

Johnnys with her now, Mrs. M. said, touching his shoulder.

For the first time in years, Tully felt like an outsider in this family. I should be with her.

Dont you worry, Tully, Mrs. M. said, watching her closely. Shell always need you.

But things are different now.

Of course they are. Katies married. You girls are on separate paths, but youll always be best friends. \

Separate paths. \

There it was,- the thing she should have seen but somehow hadnt.

They took turns being with Kate during the next few days. On Thursday, it was Tullys time. She called in sick at work and spent the day with Kate. They played cards and watched television and talked. Most of the time, to be honest, Tully just listened. When it was her turn to answer, she tried to say the right thing, but she was pretty sure she failed more often than not. There was a sadness in her friend now, a graying around the edges that was so foreign Tully felt as if shed stumbled

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upon some negative version of their friendship. Nothing she said was quite right.

Finally, around eight oclock, Kate said, I know youll think Im crazy, but Im going to bed. Johnny will be home in an hour. You can go on home. Go have wild, crazy sex with that new guy, Ted.

Todd. And Im not exactly in a make-out mood. Then again … Smiling, she helped Kate up the stairs and got her settled in bed. Then she looked down at her. You dont know how much I want to say the right thing to make you feel better.

You do. Thanks. Kate closed her eyes.

Tully stood there a moment longer, feeling uncharacteristically impotent. With a sigh, she went back downstairs and started on the dishes. She was drying the last glass when the door opened quietly, then clicked shut.

Johnny stood there, holding a bouquet of pink roses. With his newly cropped hair and stonewashed jeans and his white Adidas tennis shoes with the tongues hanging out, he looked about twenty years old. In all the years shed known him, hed never looked so sad and ruined.

Hey, he said, putting the flowers on the coffee table.

You look like you could use a drink.

How about an IV drip? He tried to smile. She asleep?

Yeah. Tully grabbed a bottle of scotch from the counter and made him a stiff drink, then she poured herself a glass of wine and went to him.

Lets sit on the dock, he said, taking the glass from her. I dont want to wake her up.

Tully got her coat and followed him outside. They sat side by side on the dock, as if they were kids, hanging their legs out over the black waters of Lake Union.

It was still and peaceful out here. A full moon hung in the sky, illuminating the rooflines and reflecting in various windows. The distant hum of cars on the bridge was syncopated by the water slapping against the pilings.

How are you doing, really? Tully asked.

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Its Katie Im worried about.

I know, she answered, but I asked about you.

Ive been better. He sipped his drink.

Tully leaned against him. Youre lucky, she said. She loves you, and when a Mularkey falls in love, its for life. The minute she said the words, she felt that strange sense of unraveling again. Of loneliness that was somehow just out of view, but moving toward her. For the first time, she wondered what her life could have been like if shed been like Kate and chosen love. Would she then know how it felt to truly belong somewhere, with someone? She stared out across the water.

What is it, Tully?

I guess Im jealous of Kate and you.

You dont want this life.

What life do I want?

He put an arm around her. Thats one thing youve always known. You want the networks.

Does that make me shallow?

He laughed. Im hardly the one to ask. Ill tell you what: Ill start making some calls. Sooner or later well find you a network job.

Youd do that?

Of course. But youll have to be patient. These things take time.

She twisted around and hugged him, whispering, Thanks, Johnny. He knew her so well. Somehow hed already known whit shed only just discovered: it was time for her to move on.

As tired as Kate was, she couldnt fall asleep. She lay in bed, staring up at the peaked ceiling, and waited for her husband.

It was in the very core of their relationship, this anxiety of hers. When things went bad, she remembered that shed been his second choice, and no matter how often she told herself it wasnt true, there was a slim, shadowy version of herself that believed it, worried about it.

It was a destructive neurosis. Like water rising in the Pilchuck River, it eroded everything around it, sent big chunks of earth tumbling away.

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Downstairs she heard a sound.

He was home.

Thank God.

She eased painfully out of bed and went downstairs.

The lights were off. The fire was almost dead,- only a faint orange glow remained. At first she thought shed been wrong, that he wasnt home,- then she noticed the shadows on the deck. Two people, sitting side by side, their shoulders touching. Moonlight revealed their shapes, turned them silver against the blackness of the water. She crossed the house quietly, opened the door, and stepped out into the night. A slight breeze ruffled her hair and nightgown.

Tully twisted around, hugged Johnny, whispered something in his ear. His response was muted by the sound of the water slapping the dock. He might have laughed,- Kate couldnt be sure.

You two having a party without me? She heard the break in her voice and drew in a sharp breath to cover it. In her heart she knew that Johnny hadnt been turning to kiss Tully, but that shadow self of hers wasnt so sure. The ugly, toxic thought was smaller than a drop of blood, yet it poisoned the entire stream.

Johnny was at her side in an instant. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. When he drew back, she looked around for Tully, but they were alone on the deck.

For the first time in her life, she wished she loved him less. It was dangerous to feel this way,- she was like a naked infant exposed to the elements. Fragile and infinitely afraid. He could ruin her someday. Of that she had no doubt.

Tully tried, as the months passed and a new year began, to remain patient and believe in the best, but by the end of May, shed almost given up hope. Nineteen eighty-eight was not shaping up to be a good year for her. It was early now, on a hot spring day, and she was working hard to enjoy her spot as the replacement anchor. At the end of the broadcast, she headed back to her office.

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She was just sitting down at her desk when she heard:

Line two, Tully.

She picked up the phone, pushed the square white button for line two, which immediately lit up. Tallulah Hart.

Hello, Ms. Hart. Dick Emerson here. Im the VP of programming for NBC in New York. I understand youre looking to move up to the networks.

Tully drew in a sharp breath. I am.

We have an opening on the early morning show for a general assignment reporter.

Really?

Ill be seeing nearly fifty candidates next week. The competition will be fierce, Ms. Hart. 

So am I, Mr. Emerson.

Thats the kind of ambition I like to hear. She heard the ruffling of papers on a desk. Ill have my secretary send you a ticket. Shell call to set you up with a place to stay in the city and the date of your interview. All that work for you?

Perfectly. Thank you, sir. You wont be disappointed in me.

Good. I hate to waste my time. He paused. And tell Johnny Ryan hi from me.

Tully hung up and dialed Kate and Johnnys number.

Kate answered immediately. Hello?

Im in love with your husband.

There was a half seconds pause. Oh, really?

He got me an interview at NBC.

Next week, right?

You knew?

Kate laughed. Of course I knew. Hes been working on it for a long time. And yours truly mailed out the tapes.

With everything thats on your mind, you were still thinking about me? Tully said, awed.

You and me against the world, Tully. Some things never change.

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This time I really am going to light the world on fire, she said, laughing. I finally have a fucking match.

New York City was everything Tully had dreamed it would be. In her first week here, with her new NBC business cards clutched in her hand, shed walked down these busy streets like Alice in Wonderland, her face perpetually tilted upward. The endless skyscrapers amazed her, as did the restaurants that never closed, the horse-drawn carriages lined up along the park, and the crowds of black-clad people who filled the streets.

Shed spent two weeks exploring the city, choosing a neighborhood, finding an apartment, learning to navigate the subways. It could have been a lonely timeafter all, who wanted to see the sights of a magical city like New York alone? But the truth was, she was so excited about her new job that even being solitary didnt bother her. Besides, in the city that never slept, you were never really alone. There were always people in the streets, even in the darkest hours.

And then there was her job. From the moment she first walked into the NBC building as a reporter, she was hooked. She woke every morning at two-thirty so that she could be at the studio by four oclock. Although she didnt technically need to get there so early, she loved to hang around and help out. She studied Jane Pauleys every movement and mannerism.

Tully had been hired as a general assignment reporter, which meant that she was assigned bits and pieces on other peoples stories. At some point, if she was lucky, shed get to cover a story the big correspondents wouldnt touch with a ten-foot polethe biggest pumpkin in the state of Indiana or something equally relevant. And she couldnt wait. When shed paid her dues, shed get a real story to cover, and when she finally got that break, shed knock it out of the park. Truthfully, when she watched people like Pauley and Bryant Gumbel, she knew how far she had to go. They were gods in her eyes, and she spent every spare minute watching how they did their jobs. At home, she analyzed

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the broadcasts, recording each one on her videotapes and playing and replaying them.

By the fall of 1989, shed found her groove and begun to feel less like a cub reporter and more like a young woman poised to make her mark. Last month shed gotten her first honest-to-God assignment: shed flown to Arkansas to report on a prize-winning hog. The story never actually made it on air, but shed done her job and done it well, and shed learned a lot that trip.

She would have learned more in the studio, she was certain, if the morning show hadnt been in such upheaval. There was a war going on on-set and the whole country knew about it. Last week theyd taken a new publicity photo and Deborah Norville, the host oj the early, early show had been on the couch with Jane and Bryant. That one picture sent shockwaves through the network and indeed the country. One artide after another appeared,- they all claimed that Norville was pushing Pauley out.

Tully kept her head down and stayed away from the gossip. No rumor mill was going to upset her chances for success. Instead, she kept the focus on her job. If she worked harder than anyone else, she might get a replacement shot on the early, early show, NBC News at Sunrise. From there, she was sure shed someday get a crack at the Today news nook, and from there, the world would be her oyster.

Eighteen hour workdays didnt leave her much time for a personal life but she still had Katie, even with all the miles between them. They spoke at least twice a week, and every Sunday Tully called Mrs. M. She told them both stories about work pressures and celebrity sightings and life in Manhattan,- they responded with details about the new house Kate and Johnny had bought, the trip Mr. and Mrs. M. had planned for the spring, andbest of allthe news that Kate was pregnant again and it was going well.

The days passed like cards falling from a deck, so fast that sometimes they were just a blur of sound and color. But she was on her way. She knew that, and the knowledge kept her going.

Today, an icy cold late December one, just like each of the countless

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days that had come before it, she spent fourteen hours at the station, then headed tiredly home.

Down on the street, she was captivated by Rockefeller Center at the holidays. Even in the fading gray of an overcast evening, there were people everywhere, shopping, taking pictures of the giant Christmas tree, ice-skating in the seasonal rink.

She was about ready to start walking home when she saw the sign for the Rainbow Room and thought, What tbe hell? Shed been in New York for more than a year now, and although she had made a lot of acquaintances, she hadnt bothered with dating.

Maybe it was the Christmas decorations, or the way her boss had laughed at her when she asked for the holidays off,- she wasnt sure. All she knew was that it was Friday night, only a few nights before Christmas, and she didnt feel like going to her quiet apartment. CNN could wait.

The view from the Rainbow Room was everything shed heard and more. It was as if she were on the bridge of some great mothership from the future, hovering over the multicolored magnificence of Manhattan at night.

It was still early, so there was plenty of seating at the bar and at the tables. She chose a table by the window, sat down, and ordered a margarita.

She was just about to order another one when the bar started filling up. Men and women from Wall Street and Midtown congregated in groups alongside overdressed tourists, commandeering the tables and chairs, lining up three deep at the bar.

Do you mind if I join you?

Tully looked up.

A good-looking blond man in an expensive suit smiled down at her. Im tired of elbowing my way through the yuppies to get a drink.

An English accent. She was a sucker for that.

Id hate to think you were going thirsty. She kicked the chair across from her out just enough for him to sit down.

Thank God. He flagged down a waiter, ordered a scotch on the

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rocks for himself and another margarita for her, then collapsed into the chair. Bloody meat market in here, isnt it? Im Grant, by the way.

She liked his smile and gave him one of hers. Tully.

No last names. Brilliant. That means we dont have to do that whole exchanging of our life stories. We can just have fun.

The waiter delivered the drinks and left them alone again.

Cheers, he said, tipping his glass against hers. The view in here is better than Id been led to believe. He leaned toward her. Youre beautiful, but I expect you know that.

Shed heard those words all her life. Usually they meant nothing to her, bounced off her like raindrops on a metal roof, but for some reason, in this room, with the holidays approaching, the compliment was lexactly what she needed to hear. How long are you in town for? \

A week or so. I work for Virgin Entertainment.

Are you making that up?

No, really. Its one of Richard Bransons companies. Were scouting U.S. locations for a Virgin Megastore.

I shudder to think what you sell.

How naughty of you. Its a music store, for starters anyway.

She sipped her drink, eyeing him over the salted rim, smiling. Kate was always telling her to get out more, to meet people. Just now, it seemed like damned fine advice. Is your hotel nearby?

Part Three

THE NINETIES

Im Every Woman

its all in me

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Just knock me out. I mean it. If they wont give me drugs, get a baseball bat and hit me. This breathing is bullshaagh! Kate felt the pain twist through her insides and tear her apart.

Beside her Johnny was saying Come on … ha ha ha … you can do it. Breathe ha … ha … like this. Remember our class? Focus. Visualize.

Dyou want that statue we

She grabbed him by the collar and yanked him close. So help me God, if you mention breathing again Im going to take you down. I want drugs

And it was back, wrenching, cutting, twisting through her until she cried out. For the first six hours shed been pretty good. Shed focused and breathed and kissed her husband when he leaned down to her and

thanked him when he pressed a cool wet rag to her forehead. In the second six hours she lost her natural sense of optimism. The relentless, gnawing pain was like some horrible creature biting away at her, leaving less and less.

By hour seventeen she was a flat-out, cast-iron bitch. Even the nurse came and went like Speed Racer.

Come on, baby, breathe. Its too late for drugs. You heard the doctor. It wont be much longer.

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She noticed that even as he tried to soothe her, Johnny didnt get too close. He was like some terrorized soldier in a minefield whod just seen his best friend blown up. He was afraid to move at all.

Wheres Mom?

I think she went down to call Tully again.

Kate tried to concentrate on her breathing, but it didnt help. The pain was rising again, cresting. She clung to the bedrails with sweaty hands. Get … me … ice … chips! She screamed the last word. It would have been funny, watching Johnny bolt for the door, if she hadnt felt like that girl swimming alone in Jaws.

The door to her private room banged open. I hear someone is being a total bitch-o-rama in here.

Kate tried to smile, but another contraction was starting. I dont … want … to … do this anymore.

Changed your mind? Good timing. Tully moved to the side of the bed.

The pain hit again.

Scream, Tully said, stroking her forehead.

Im … supposed to … breathe through it.

Fuck that. Scream.

She did scream then, and it felt good. When the pain subsided again, she laughed weakly. I take it youre against Lamaze.

I wouldnt call myself a natural childbirth kind of gal. She looked at Kates swollen belly and pale, sweaty face. Of course, this is the best birth control commercial Ive ever seen. From now on Im using three condoms every time. Tully smiled, but her eyes were worried. Are you okay, really? Should I get the doctor?

Kate shook her head weakly. Just talk to me. Distract me.

I met a guy last month.

Whats his name?

That would be your first question. Grant. And before you barrel through some idiotic Cosmo girl list of how-well-do-you-know-yourman questions, let me say that I dont know squat about him except that he kisses like a god and screws like a devil.

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Another contraction hit. Kate arched up and screamed again. As if from a distance she could hear Tullys voice, feel her stroking her forehead, but the pain was so overwhelming she couldnt do anything except gasp. Skit, she said when it was over. The next time Johnny comes near me Im going to smack him.

You were the one who wanted a baby.

Im getting a new best friend. I need someone with a shorter memory.

I have a short memory. Did I tell you Im seeing someone? Hes perfeet for me.

Why? Kate said, panting.

He lives in London. We only see each other on the weekends. For totally rocking sex, I might add.

Is that why you didnt answer when Mom called?

We were in the middle of it, but as soon as we finished, I started packing.

Im glad to see you haveoh, shitpriorities. Kate was in the middle of another contraction when the door to her room opened again. The nurse was first, followed by her mother and Johnny. Tully stood back, let everyone get in closer. At some point the nurse checked Kates cervix and called the doctor in. He bustled into the room, smiling as if hed run into her at the grocery store, and put on some gloves. Then the stirrups came out and it was time.

Push, the doctor said in an entirely reasonable, pain-free voice that made Kate want to scratch his eyes out.

She screamed and pushed and cried until as quickly as it had begun, the agony was over. j

A perfect little girl, the doctor said. Dad, do you want to cut the 

cord?

Kate tried to lift herself up, but she was too weak. A few moments later, Johnny was beside her, offering her a tiny pink-wrapped bundle. X

She took her new daughter in her arms and stared down into her heart: shaped face. She had a wild shock of damp black curls and her mothers pale, pale skin, and the most perfect little lips and mouth Kate had ever

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seen. The love that burst open inside her was too big to describe. Hey, Marah Rose, she whispered, taking hold of her daughters grape-sized fist. Welcome home, baby girl.

When she looked up at Johnny, he was crying. Leaning down, he kissed her with a butterfly softness. I love you, Katie.

Never in her life had everything been so right in her world, and she knew that, whatever happened, whatever life had in store for her, she would always remember this single, shining moment as her touch of Heaven.

Tully begged for an additional two days off of work so that she could help Kate get settled in at home. When shed made the call, it had seemed vital, unquestionably the thing to do.

But now, only a few hours after Kate and Marah had been discharged from the hospital, Tully saw the truth. She was about as useful as a dead microphone. Mrs. Mularkey was like a machine. She fed Kate before she even mentioned she was hungry,- she changed the babys handkerchiefsized diapers like a magician,- and taught Kate how to breast-feed her daughter. Apparently it was not as instinctual a thing as Tully would have thought.

And what was her contribution? When she was lucky, she made Kate laugh. More often than not, though, her best friend just sighed, looking both remarkably in love with her baby and profoundly worn out. Now Kate lay in bed, holding her baby in her arms. Isnt she beautiful?

Tully gazed down at the tiny, pink-swaddled bundle. She sure is.

Kate stroked her daughters tiny cheek, smiling down at her. You should go home, Tully. Really. Come back when Im up and around.

Tully tried not to let her relief show. They do need me at the studio. Things are probably a real mess without me.

Kate smiled knowingly. I couldnt have done it without you, you know.

Really?

Really. Now kiss your goddaughter and get back to work.

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Ill be back for her baptism. Tully leaned down and kissed Marahs velvety cheek, and then Kates forehead. By the time she whispered goodbye and made it to the door, Kate seemed to have forgotten all about her.

Downstairs she found Johnny slumped in a chair by the fireplace. His hair was a shaggy, tangled mess, his shirt was on backward, and his socks didnt match. He was drinking a beer at eleven oclock in the morning.

You look like hell, she said, sitting down beside him.

She woke up every hour last night. I slept better in El Salvador. He took a sip. But shes beautiful, isnt she?

Gorgeous.

Katie wants to move to the suburbs now. Shes just realized this house is surrounded by water, so its off to some cul-de-sac where they have bake sales and play dates. He made a face. Can you imagine me in Bellevue or Kirkland with all those yuppies?

The funny thing was, she could. What about work?

Im going back to work at KILO. Producing political and international segments.

That doesnt sound like you.

He seemed surprised by that. When he looked at her, she saw a flash of remembrance,- shed reminded him of their past. Im thirty-five years old, Tul. With a wife and daughter. Different things are going to have to make me happy now.

She couldnt help noticing that hed said going to. But you love gonzo journalism. Battlefields and mortar rounds and people shooting at you. We both know you cant give it up forever.

You only think you know me, Tully. It isnt like we traded secrets.

She remembered suddenly, sharply, what she was supposed to forget. You tried.

I tried, he agreed.

Katie would want you to be happy. Youd kick ass at CNN.

In Atlanta? He laughed. Someday youll understand.

You mean when Im married, with kids?

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I mean when you fall in love. It changes you.

Like its changed you? Someday Ill have a kid and want to write for the Queen Anne Bee again, is that it?

Youd have to fall in love first, wouldnt you? The look Johnny gave her then was so understanding, so knowing, she felt skewered by it. She wasnt the only one who was remembering the past.

She got to her feet. I gotta get back to Manhattan. You know the news. It never sleeps.

Johnny put down his beer and got to his feet, moving toward her. You do it for me, Tully. Cover the world.

It sounded sad, the way he said it,- she didnt know if what she heard was regret for himself or sadness for her.

She forced herself to smile. I will.

Two weeks after Tully got home from Seattle, a storm dumped snow on Manhattan, stopping the vibrant city in its tracks. For a few hours, at least. The ever-present traffic vanished almost immediately,- pristine white snow blanketed the streets and sidewalks, turned Central Park into a winter wonderland.

Still Tully made it to work at four A.M. In her freezing walk-up apartment, with the radiator rattling and ice collecting on her paper-thin antique windows, she dressed in tights, black velour stirrup pants, snow boots, and two sweaters. Covering it all with a navy-blue wool coat and gray mittens, she braved the elements, angling her body against the wind as she made her way up the street. Snow obscured her vision and stung her cheeks. She didnt care,- she loved her job so much shed do anything to get there early.

Inside the lobby, she stamped the snow off her boots, signed in, and went upstairs. Almost instantly she could tell that much of the staff had called in sick. Only a skeleton crew remained.

At her desk, she immediately went to work on the story shed been assigned yesterday. She was doing research on the spotted owl controversy in the Northwest. Determined to put a locals spin on the story,

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she was busily reading everything she could findSenate subcommittee reports, environmental findings, economic statistics on logging, the fecundity of old growth forests.

Youre working hard.

Tully looked up sharply. Shed been so lost in her reading that she hadnt heard anyone approach her desk.

And this wasnt just anyone.

Edna Guber, dressed in her signature black gabardine pantsuit, stood there, one hip pushed slightly out, smoking a cigarette. Sharp gray eyes stared out from beneath an Anna Wintour razor cut of blue-black bangs. Edna was famous in the news business, one of those women whod clawed her way to the top in a time when others of her sex hadnt been able to come in the front door unless they had secretarial skills. Edna only the single name was ever used or neededreportedly had a Rolodex filled with the home numbers of everyone from Fidel Castro to Clint Eastwood. There was no interview she couldnt get and nowhere on earth she wouldnt go to find what she wanted.

Cat got your tongue? she said, exhaling smoke.

Tully jumped to her feet. Im sorry, Edna. Ms. Guber. Maam.

I hate it when people call me maam. It makes me feel old. Do you think Im old?

No, m

Good. How did you get here? The cabs and buses are for shit today.

I walked.

Name?

Tully Hart. Tallulah.

Ednas gaze narrowed. She looked Tully up and down steadily. Follow me. She spun on her black boot heel and marched down the hallway, toward the office in the corner of the building.

Holy cow.

Tullys heart was pounding. Shed never been invited into this office, never even met Maury Stein, the big kahuna on the morning show.

The office was huge, with two walls of windows. Falling snow turned

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everything outside gray and white and eerie. From this vantage point, it felt vaguely like standing inside a snow globe, looking out.

This one will do, Edna said, cocking her head toward Tully.

Maury looked up from his work. He barely glanced at Tully, then nodded. Fine.

Edna left the office.

Tully stood there, confused. Then she heard Edna say, Are you epileptic? Comatose?

Tully followed her out into the hallway.

Do you have a pen and paper?

Yes.

I dont need an answer, just do as I ask and do it quickly.

Tully fumbled into her pocket for a pen and found some paper on a nearby desk. Im ready.

First off, I want a detailed report on the upcoming election in Nicaragua. You do know whats going on there?

Certainly, she lied.

I want to know everything about the Sandinistas, Bushs Nicaraguan policy, the blockade, the people who live there. I want to know when Violeta Chamorro lost her virginity. And youve got twelve days to get it done.

Yes She stopped herself from saying maam just in time.

Edna came to a stop at Tullys desk. Youve got a passport?

Yes. They made me apply for one when they hired me.

Of course. Well be leaving on the sixteenth. Before we go

We?

Why the hell do you think Im talking to you? Do you have a problem with this?

No. No problem. Thank you. I really

Well need immunizations,- get a doctor here to take care of us and the crew. Then you can start setting up advance interview meetings. Got it? She looked down at her watch. Its one oclock. Brief me on

Friday morning at, say, five A.M.?

Ill get started right now. And thank you, Edna.

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Dont thank me, Hart. Just do your joband do it better than anyone else could.

Im on it. Tully went to her desk and picked up the phone. Before shed even finished punching in the number, Edna was gone.

Hello? Kate said groggily.

Tully looked at the clock. It was nine. That meant it was six in Seattle. Oops. I did it again. Sorry.

Your goddaughter doesnt sleep. Shes a freak of nature. Can I call you back in a few hours?

Actually, Im calling to talk to Johnny.

Johnny? In the silence that preceded the question, Tully heard a baby start to cry.

Edna Guber is sending me to Nicaragua. I want to ask him some background questions.

Just a second. Kate handed the phone off,- there was a sound like wax paper being balled up and a flurry of whispers, then Johnny came on the line.

Hey, Tully, good for you. Ednas a legend.

This is my big break, Johnny, and I dont want to screw up. I thought Id start by picking your brain.

I havent slept in a month, so I dont know how much good Ill be, but Ill do what I can. He paused. You know its dangerous down there. A real powder keg. People are dying.

You sound worried about me.

Of course I am. Now, lets start with the relevant history. In 1960 or 61, the Sandinista National Liberation Front, or FSLN, was founded …

Tully wrote as fast as she could.

For just under two weeks Tully worked her ass off. Eighteen, twenty hours a day she was reading, writing, making phone calls, setting up meetings. In the few rare hours when she wasnt working or trying to sleep, she went to the kind of stores shed never frequented beforecamping stores,

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military supply outlets, and the like. She bought pocketknives and netted safari hats and hiking boots. Everything and anything she could think of. If they were in the jungle and Edna wanted a damn fly swatter, Tully was going to produce it.

By the time they actually left, she was nervous. At the airport, Edna, wearing a pair of razor-pressed linen pants and a white cotton blouse, took one look at Tullys multipocketed khaki jungle attire and burst out laughing.

For the endless hours of their flights, through Dallas and Mexico City and finally onto a small plane in Managua, Edna fired questions at Tully.

The plane landed in what looked to Tully like a backyard. Men boys, reallyin camouflaged clothing stood on the perimeter, holding rifles. Children came out of the jungle to play in the air kicked up by the propellers. The dichotomy of the image was something Tully knew shed always remember, but from the moment she got out of the plane until she reboarded the flight for home five days later, she had precious little time to think about imagery.

Edna was a mover.

They hiked through guerrilla-infested jungles, listening to the shrieking of howler monkeys, swatting mosquitoes, and floating up alligatorlined rivers. Sometimes they were blindfolded, sometimes they could see. Deep in the jungle, while Edna taped her interview with eljeje, the general in charge, Tully talked to the troops.

The trip opened her eyes to a world shed never seen before,- more than that, it showed her who she was. The fear, the adrenaline rush, the story,- it turned her on like nothing ever had before.

Later, when the story was done and she and Edna were back in their hotel in Mexico City sitting on the balcony outside Ednas room, having straight shots of tequila, Tully said, I cant thank you enough, Edna.

Edna took another straight shot and leaned back in her chair. The night was quiet. It was the first time they hadnt heard gunfire in days.

You did well, kid.

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Tullys pride welled to almost painful proportions. Thank you. I learned more from you in the past few weeks than I learned in four years of college.

So, maybe you want to go on my next assignment.

Anywhere, anytime.

Im interviewing Nelson Mandela.

Count me in.

Edna turned to her. The sticky-looking orange glow from the bare outdoor bulb highlighted her wrinkles, caused bags under her eyes. In this light she looked ten years older than usual, and tired,- maybe a little drunk. Have you got a boyfriend?

With my work schedule? Tully laughed and poured herself another shot. Hardly.

Yeah, Edna said. The story of my life.

Do you regret it? Tully asked. If they hadnt been drinking she never would have asked such a personal question, but tequila had blurred the lines between them for just this moment in time. Tully could pretend they were colleagues instead of icon/newbie. Making this your life, I mean?

Theres a price, thats for sure. For my generation, at least, you couldnt do this job and be married. You could get marriedI did,- three timesbut you couldnt stay married. And forget about kids. When a story broke, I needed to be there, period. It could have been my kids wedding day and Id have left. So Ive lived by myself. She looked at Tully. And Ive loved it. Every damn second. If I end up dying in a nursing home alone, who gives a shit? I was where I wanted to be every second of my life, and I did something that mattered.

Tully felt as if she were being baptized into the religion shed always believed in. Amen to that.

So, what do you know about South Africa?

CHAPTER TWENTY

The first twelve months of motherhood was a riptide of cold dark water that all too often sucked Kate under.

It was embarrassing how ill-equipped she turned out to be for this blessed event that had been her secret girlhood dream. So embarrassing, in fact, that she told no one how overwhelmed she sometimes felt. When asked, she smiled brightly and said motherhood was the best thing that had ever happened to her. It was even true.

Yet sometimes it wasnt.

The truth was that her gorgeous, pale-skinned, dark-haired, browneyed daughter was more than a handful. From the moment she came home Marah was sick. Ear infections followed each other like cars on a

train,- just when one ended, another began. Colic caused her to cry inconsolably for hours at a time. Kate had lost count of the times shed found herself in the living room in the middle of the night, holding her red-faced, shrieking daughter and quietly crying herself.

Marah would be a year old in three days and she had yet to sleep through the night. Four hours was her record so far. Thus, in the past twelve months, Kate hadnt slept through the night. Johnny always offered to get up. In the beginning hed even gone so far as to throw back

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the covers, but Kate had always stopped him. It wasnt that she wanted to play the martyr, although she often felt like one.

Johnny had a job,- it was that simple. Kate had given up her career to be a mom. Thus, getting up in the night was her job. At first shed done it willingly, then at least with a smile. Lately, though, when Marah let out her first wail at eleven oclock, Kate found herself praying for strength.

There were other problems, too. First off, her looks had gone to hell. She was pretty sure this was yet another ripple in the no-sleep pool. No amount of makeup or moisturizer helped. Her skin, always pale, was J. P. Patches white lately, except for the shadows under her eyes, which were a lovely shade of brown. Shed lost all of her baby weight except for ten pounds, but when you were five-foot-three, ten pounds was two sizes. She hadnt worn anything but sweats in almost a year.

She needed to start on an exercise program. Last week shed found her old Jane Fonda workout tapes, a leotard, and leg warmers. Now all she had to do was hit play and get going.

Todays the day, she said aloud as she carried her daughter back to bed and gently tucked her in beneath the expensive pink and white cashmere blanket that had been a gift from Tully. Luxuriously soft, it had become the thing Marah chose to sleep with. No matter what toys or blankets Kate offered, Tullys was the one. Try to sleep till seven oclock. Mommy could use it.

Yawning, Kate went back to bed and snuggled up to her husband.

He kissed her lips, lingering as if maybe he wanted to start something, and then he murmured, Youre so beautiful.

She opened her eyes, staring blearily at him. Okay, who is she? Guilt is the only reason youd say I was beautiful at this godforsaken hour.

Are you kidding? With your mood swings lately its like having three wives. The last thing I want is another woman.

But sex would be nice.

Sex would be nice. Its funny you brought that up.

Funny ha ha, or funny I-cant-remember-the-last-time-we-madelove?

Funny that youre getting lucky this weekend.

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Yeah, hows that?

Ive already talked to your mom. Shes taking Marah after the birthday party and you and I are going to have a romantic night in downtown Seattle.

What if I cant fit into any of my nice clothes?

Believe me, I have no problem with nudity. We can order room service instead of going out. Although youre the only one who thinks you havent lost the weight. Try on something. I think youll be surprised.

No wonder I love you so much.

Im a god. Theres no doubt about it.

She smiled and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him softly.

They had just closed their eyes again when the phone rang. Kate sat up slowly, and looked at the clock: 5:47.

She picked up on the second ring, saying, Hello, Tully.

Hey, Katie, Tully said. How did you know it was me?

Lucky guess. Kate rubbed the bridge of her nose, feeling the start of a headache. Beside her, Johnny grumbled something about people who couldnt tell time.

Todays the day, remember? My report on the reservists Bush called up to active duty. My first honest-to-God important story.

Oh. Right.

You dont sound very excited, Katie.

Its five-thirty in the morning.

Oh. I thought youd want to watch the broadcast. Sorry I bothered you. Bye.

Tully, wait

It was too late. The dial tone blared at her.

Kate cursed under her breath and hung up the phone. She couldnt seem to do anything right lately. She and Tully had so little in common these days there wasnt much to talk about. Tully didnt want to hear endless mommy stories and Kate could only stand so many my-lifeand-career-are-great anecdotes. The postcards and calls from distant, exotic places were vaguely irritating.

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Shes on Sunrise this morning, remember? Kate said. She wanted to remind us.

Johnny threw the covers back and turned on the television. They sat up together, listening to Norvilles report on the buildup of hostilities in Iraq and the presidents response.

Then, suddenly, Tully was on the air. She stood in front of some rundown concrete building, talking to an impossibly fresh-faced kid with a thick red crew cut and freckles. He looked as if he could have been wearing braces and a lettermans jacket ten seconds ago.

But it was Tully who demanded attention. She looked trim and utterly professional and beautiful. Shed tamed her curly auburn hair into a sleek, sophisticated bob and applied just enough makeup to accentuate her eyes.

Wow, Kate whispered. When had that transformation occurred? She wasnt overblown Tallulah anymore, child of the cocaine-andglitter eighties. She was reporter Tallulah Hart, as beautiful as Paulina Porizkova, as professional as Diane Sawyer.

Wow is right, Johnny said. She looks gorgeous.

They watched the rest of the broadcast. Then he kissed Kates cheek and headed into the bathroom. Within moments she heard the shower start.

She looks gorgeous, Kate muttered, leaning sideways for the phone.

She punched in Tullys number. The NBC receptionist answered and said shed need to leave a message.

So Tully was pissed.

Tell her Katie called to say the story was great.

Tully was probably right there, standing next to the phone, wearing her expensive designer skirt and blouse, digging through her quilted designer handbag, watching the light flash on her phone.

Kate got out of bed and went into the bathroom. There was no point in trying to sleep any more. Marah would waken any minute. In the shower, her husband was singing a very off-key version of an old Rolling Stones song.

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Against her better judgment she looked in the mirror. Steam clouded her reflection but didnt obscure it.

Her hair was straggly and too long. Dark blond roots showed how long it had been since shed had a foil. She had bags under her eyes the size of open umbrellas and enough cleavage for two women.

No wonder she tried to stay away from reflective surfaces. With a sigh, she reached for the toothpaste and began brushing her teeth. Before shed finished, she felt Marah wake up.

Turning off the water, she opened the door.

Sure enough, Marah was screaming.

Kates day had begun.

When the big day arrived, Kate wondered why in the hell shed planned such a ridiculous birthday party for her daughter. In the morning, after another sleepless night, she got up and began the preparations, putting the finishing touches on the pink Barbie doll cake and wrapping the last few presents. In a moment of obvious madness, shed invited all the children from Marahs Mommy and Me class, as well as two former sorority sisters who had similarly aged daughters and her parents. Even Johnny had taken the morning off work for the extravaganza. When they all arrived, on time, bearing gifts, Kate immediately got a headache. It didnt help that Marah picked that moment to start screaming, either.

Still, the party went on, with all the women in the living room and the kids on the floor, making more noise than Sherman marching into Atlanta.

I saw Tully on that really early show the other morning, Mary Kay said. I was up with Danny.

I was up, too, Charlotte said, reaching for her coffee. She looked great, didnt she?

Thats because she sleeps through the night, Vicki pointed out. And her clothes dont always have puke on them.

Kate wanted to join in, but she couldnt. Her headache was killing

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her and she had this nagging sense that something was wrong. It was so acute that when Johnny left the party at just past one, shed almost pleaded with him to stay.

Youre awfully quiet today, her mother pointed out when the last guest left.

Marah didnt sleep again last night.

She never sleeps through the night, and why is that? Because

I know. I know. I need to let her cry. Kate tossed the last of the used paper plates into the trash. I just cant.

I let you cry. It took three nights and you never woke up in the wee hours again.

But Im a genius. Clearly my daughter is not as bright.

No, Im the genius. Clearly my daughter is not as bright. Mom looped an arm around Kates shoulder and led her to the sofa.

Side by side, they sat down. Kate leaned against her mother, who stroked her hair. The gentle, soothing motion transported her back a few decades. Remember when I wanted to be an astronaut, and you said I was lucky because my generation could have it all? I could have three kids, a husband, and still go to the moon. What a bunch of bullshit that was. She sighed. Its hard to be a good mother.

Its hard to be good at anything.

Amen, Kate said. The truth was that she loved her daughter, ached sometimes with the intensity of that love, but the responsibility was overwhelming, and the pace of life exhausting.

I know how tired you are. Itll get better. I promise.

No sooner had her mother said the words than her father walked

into the room. Hed spent most of the party hiding out in the family room, watching some sports team or another. Wed best get a move on, Margie. I dont want to get stuck in traffic. Get Marah ready.

Kate felt a flash of panic. Was she ready to be away from her daughter for a night? I dont know, Mom.

Her mother touched her hand gently. Your father and I raised two kids, Katie. We can watch our granddaughter for a night. Go out with

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your husband. Kick up your heels and have some fun. Marah will be safe with us.

Kate knew her mother was right, even knew it was a good thing to do. So why was her stomach clenched?

You have a lifetime to be afraid, Dad said. Thats what parenting is. Might as well embrace it, kiddo.

Kate tried gamely to smile. This is it, huh? How you guys felt all the time.

How we still feel, Dad said. Mom took her by the hand. Lets go gather Marahs things. Johnnys going to be back in a couple of hours to pick you up.

Kate packed Marahs clothes, making sure she had her pink blanket, her pacifiers, and her beloved Pooh bear. Then she gathered up the formula and bottles and tiny jars of strained fruit and vegetables, and wrote out a feeding and sleeping schedule that would have made an air traffic controller proud.

When she held Marah one last time and kissed her soft cheek, Kate had to hold back tears. It was ridiculous and embarrassing and inevitable, for it didnt matter that motherhood had kicked the hell out of her and ruined her confidence,- it had also swamped her so with love that she was only half a person without her daughter.

Kate stood on the porch of her new beachfront Bainbridge Island house, with her hand tented across her eyes until long after the car had disappeared down the driveway.

Then, back inside, she wandered aimlessly for a few moments, not quite certain of how to be alone anymore.

She tried calling Tully again, left another message.

Finally she found herself in her closet, staring at her prepregnancy clothes, trying to figure out what she had that was sexy and grown-up and would fit her. Shed just finished packing when she heard the door downstairs open and close, heard her husbands footsteps on the hardwood floor.

She went down to meet him. Where are we going, Mr. Ryan?

Youll see. He took her hand and got her overnight bag and closed

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up the house. Out in his car, the radio was on. Loud, like the old days. Bruce Springsteen was singing, Hey, little girl, is your daddy home…

Kate laughed, feeling young again. They drove down to the ferry terminal and onto the waiting boat. Instead of sitting in their car for the passage, as they usually did, they bundled up in coats and hats and stood on the bow with the tourists. It was five oclock on this cold January evening, and the sky and Sound were a Monet of lavender and pink. In the distance, Seattle sparkled with a million lights.

Are you going to tell me where were going?

No, but Ill tell you what were going to do.

She laughed. I know what were going to do.

As the ferry chugged into port, they returned to their car. Once they were off the boat, Johnny maneuvered through the stop-and-go downtown traffic and pulled up in front of the Inn at the Market, where a liveried doorman opened her door and collected her bags.

Johnny came around for her and took her hand. Were already checked in. To the bellman, he said, Room 416.

They strolled through the quiet brick courtyard and into the intimate, European-style lobby. On the fourth floor, they went to their room, a corner suite that had a sweeping view of the Sound. Bainbridge Island looked almost purple,- the water was steel-blue,- the distant mountains were backlit by pink light. On a table by the window a bottle of champagne stood tilted in a silver ice bucket, a plateful of strawberries beside it.

Kate smiled. I see someone wants to get laid in the worst way.

What you see is a man who loves his wife. He swept her into his arms and kissed her.

When someone knocked, they broke apart like teenagers, laughing at their own passion.

Kate waited impatiently for the bellman to leave. The second he was gone she began unbuttoning her blouse. Im not sure exactly what to wear tonight. When Johnny looked at herhe wasnt smiling now,- he looked as hungry as she feltshe unzipped her pants, let them fall to the floor. For the first time in months she didnt worry about her weight gain. Instead she let his gaze be her mirror.

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She unhooked her bra, let it dangle from her fingertips and drop to the ground.

No fair starting without me, he said, wrenching off his shirt, throwing it aside, then unbuttoning his pants.

They fell into bed together and made love as if they hadnt done it in months instead of weeks, with every part of their minds and bodies. Sensation carried Kate away. When he finally entered her with all the pent-up longing of too many passionless nights, she cried out at the joy of it, and everything inside of her, everything she was, melded with this man she loved more than her own life. By the time she came, shuddering hard, holding him against her damp body, she was utterly spent.

He pulled her against him. Naked, panting, they lay entwined, the expensive hotel sheets tangled around their bare legs.

You know how much I love you, dont you? he said quietly. They were words hed said hundreds of times, so often that she knew how they were supposed to sound.

She rolled onto her side, instantly worried. What is it?

What do you mean? He eased away from her and went to the table, where he poured two glasses of champagne. Do you want some strawberries?

Look at me, John.

Slowlytoo slowlyhe turned, but he wouldnt meet her gaze.

Youre scaring me.

He went over to the window and stared out. His profile looked sharp suddenly, distant. Damp, tangled hair obscured his cheek. She couldnt tell if he was smiling. Lets not do this now, Katie. We have all night and all day tomorrow to talk. For now, lets

Tell me.

He put the glass of champagne down on the windowsill and turned to her. Finally, he let his gaze meet hers, and in his blue eyes she saw the kind of sadness that made her breath catch. He went to the bed, knelt beside it so that he was looking up at her. You know whats going on in the Middle East.

His. words were so unexpected that she just stared at him. What?

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Theres going to be a war, Katie. You know that. The whole world knows it.

War.

The three letters coalesced into something as big and black as a thundercloud. She knew what this was about.

I have to go. The simple, quiet way he said it was worse than any yell.

You said you lost your nerve.

Theres the irony,- you gave it back to me. Im tired of feeling like I failed, Katie. I need to prove to myself that I can do it this time.

And you want my blessing, she said dully.

I need it.

Youll go no matter what I say, so why the big act?

He came up on his knees, took her face in his hands, and held her steady. She tried to pull away, but he wouldnt let her. They need me. Ive got experience.

I need you. Marah needs you, but that doesnt matter, does it?

It matters.

She felt the heat of tears flood her eyes,- they blurred her vision.

If you say no, I wont go.

Okay, no. You cant go. I wont let you. I love you, Johnny. You could die over there.

He let go of her, sat back on his heels, and stared at her. Is that your answer?

The tears fell, streaked down her cheeks. Angrily, she wiped them away. She wanted to say, Yes. Fuck, yes. Thats my answer.

But how could she deny him this? Not only was it what he wanted, but down even deeper, there was something else, that tattered, ugly remnant of fear that floated to the surface sometimes, reminded her that hed loved Tully first. It made Kate afraid to deny him anything. She wiped her eyes again. Promise me you wont die, Johnny.

He climbed into bed and took her in his arms and while she held him as tightly as she could, already it didnt feel safe. It felt as if he were dissolving in her embrace, disappearing bit by bit. I promise I wont die.

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They were empty words, made worse by the fervor with which he spoke.

She couldnt help thinking of this morning, when shed woken with the feeling that something would go wrong today. I mean it, Johnny. If you die over there Ill hate you forever. I swear to God I will.

You know youll always love me.

The words, and the easy, victorious way he said them made her want to cry all over again. It wasnt until much later, after theyd had a romantic dinner in their room and made love and snuggled into each others waiting arms, that she thought about what shed said to him, the terrible, wrenching horror of her threat; the gauntlet shed thrown down to God.

Tully eased off Grants naked body and flopped onto the bed, still breathing hard. Wow, she said, closing her eyes. That was great.

Indeed it was.

Im so glad you were in town this weekend. This was exactly what I needed.

You and me both, my love.

She loved listening to his accent, feeling his naked body against hers. This was a moment to hang on to, to cling to, even, because as soon as he left her bed, she knew her unease would come back. Shed been battling it since her call to Kate. Nothing could disrupt her selfconfidence or make her feel edgy like being mad at her best friend.

Grant sat up in bed.

She touched his back, thought about asking him to stay the night again, to put off his meeting, but that wasnt the kind of relationship they had. They were friends who met for sex and laughter for a few hours and then went their own ways.

Beside him, the bedside phone rang. He reached for it.

Dont answer it. I dont want to talk to anyone.

I gave the office this number. He picked up the phone and answered. Hello? … Grant, he said. And who are you? Oh, I see. He

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paused, frowning, then laughed. I can do that. He held the phone to his naked chest and turned to Tully. Your best friend forever saysand

I quotethat you are to get your lily-white ass out of your bed and come to the damn phone. She says further that if you give her any shit on this of all days that she will beat you until you beg for mercy. He chuckled again. She sounds serious.

Ill take the call.

Grant handed her the phone and walked naked toward the bathroom. When he shut the door, Tully brought the phone to her ear and said, Who is this?

Very funny.

I had a best friend forever once, but she was a real bitch to me, so I figured

Look, Tully, normally Id grovel for an hour or so and spoon a bunch of humble pie down my throat, but I dont have time for the ritual today. Im sorry. Your phone call came at a bad time and I was snotty. Okay?

Whats wrong?

Its Johnny. Hes going to Baghdad tomorrow.

Tully should have seen this coming. The whole station was buzzing over what was happening in the Middle East. Everyone at the station and around the world was trying to guess when President Bush was going to drop the first bomb. A lot of journalists are going over there, Katie. Hell be fine.

Im scared, Tully. What if

Dont, Tully said sharply. Dont even think it. Ill follow him from the station. We get most of the news first. Ill watch for you.

And youll tell me the truth, no matter what?

Tully sighed. Their familiar promise didnt sound as airy and hopeful as usual,- suddenly it had a dark, ominous edge that she had to force herself to ignore. No matter what, Katie. But you dont have to worry. This war wont last long. Hell be home before Marah takes her first step.

I pray youre right.

Im always right. You know that.

Tully hung up the phone, listening to the sound of Grant turning on

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the shower. His humming, which usually made her smile, had no effect. For the first time in a long time she was afraid. Johnny in Baghdad.

Kate received the first message from Johnny two days after he left. Until then, shed walked around the house in a daze, never far from the new fax/phone theyd put on the kitchen counter. As she went about the business of her daychanging diapers, reading stories, watching Marah crawl from one potentially dangerous piece of furniture to the nextshe thought: Okay, Johnny: let me know youre alive and well. Hed told her that phone calls could only be made with dire need (to which shed argued that her need was dire, and why didnt that count?), but that faxes were not only possible but relatively easy.

And so shed waited.

When the phone rang at four in the morning, she threw the blanket away and rolled off the sofa, stumbling toward the kitchen, waiting for the message to unfurl.

Before shed read a word, she started to cry. Just seeing the bold scrawl of his handwriting made missing him almost unbearable.

Dear Katie:

Its crazy here. Flat-out insane. We dont know exactly whats happening-its a waiting game right now. The journalists are all in the Al-Rashid Hotel in the middle of Baghdad and weve got unprecedented access to both sides. The coverage of this war will change everything. Tomorrow were leaving the city for the first time. Dont worry, Ill be careful.

Gotta run. Kiss fit for me.

Love V

J

After that, the faxes came about once a week. Not nearly often enough.

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K

The bombing started last night. Or should I say this morning? We had a birds-eye view from the hotel and it was gutwrenching and horrific and amazing. It was a gorgeous, starry night in Baghdad and the bombs turned this city into hell. An office tower exploded close to the hotel and the heat was like

an oven.

Am being careful.

Love V

J

K—

Seventeen hours of bombing and still counting. There will be nothing left when it finally stops. Back to work.

K

Sorry its been so long since the last letter. The team is out so much on assignment that I cant get five seconds to myself. But Im good. Tired. Hell, more than that. Exhausted. The first US female VOW was captured last night and I have to say that it hit us all hard. I hope that someday I can tell you how it feels to see all this, but I cant think that way now, not if I want to sleep. Anyway, theres talk that the Iraqis are going to ignite oil wells in Kuwait and were off to cover it. Kisses to Marah and more to you.

Kate stared down at the last fax shed received. It was dated February

21, 1991, almost one week ago.

She sat in her living room, watching the war coverage on television. The last six weeks had been the longest, hardest days of her life. She was waiting, always waiting, for a phone call that said he was coming home, for a special report that heralded the end of the war. Now they were saying that the final allied assault should begin any day. A ground assault. That scared her as much as or more than anything else because

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she knew her Johnny. Somehow, hed end up on a tank, directing a story that no one else could tell.

The waiting had worn her down to nothing. Shed lost fifteen pounds and hadnt had a good nights sleep since their night at the hotel.

She folded the latest fax in half and placed it on the small pile of others. Every day she told herself she wouldnt unfold them and reread his words,- every day she returned to them.

Today shed begun several chores and left all of them unfinished. Instead, she sat on the couch, watching television. Shed been here for more than two hours.

Marah stood by the coffee table, clutching its wooden edge in her pink, pudgy hands, swaying like a break-dancer and babbling in baby talk. Finally, she plopped down on her diaper-padded butt and immediately began to crawl away from the couch.

Stay by Mommy, Kate said automatically. On TV, the oil wells were burning,- the air above them was a thick cloud of black smoke.

Across the room, Marah found something. Kate could tell by the sudden quiet. She jumped up and went over to the chair by the fireplace.

Johnnys chair.

Dont think about that, she told herself. Hed be back any day to sit there again and read the paper after work.

She bent down and picked up her curious daughter, who looked up at her through huge, bright brown eyes and started to babble. Kate couldnt help smiling at how earnestly Marah was trying to communicate, and as always, her daughters obvious joy lifted her spirits. Hey, Munchkin what have you got there? She carried her back toward the sofa, turning off the TV as she passed it. Enough was enough. She turned on the radio instead. It was tuned to an oldies channel, which always made her shake her head. To her mind the seventies werent that distant. The Eagles were singing Desperado.

Kate let the music take her back to an easier time. Holding her daughter close, she danced in the living room, singing along. Marah giggled and bounced in her arms, which made Kate laugh for the first

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time in days. She kissed her daughters plump cheek, nuzzled her velvety neck, and tickled her until she screamed happily.

They were having so much fun Kate didnt register instantly that the phone was ringing. When she did hear it, she ran for the radio, turned it down, and answered.

Mrs. John Ryan? The connection was scratchy. Clearly longdistance. Only in dire need.

She froze, tightened her hold on Marah, who squirmed in her arms. This is she.

This is Lenny Golliher. Im a friend of your husbands. Im over here in Baghdad with him. Im sorry to have to tell you this, Mrs. Ryan, there was a bombing yesterday …

The maftre d showed Edna to her regular table, and Tully followed along behind, trying not to gape at all the power brokers and celebrities who were here today for lunch. Clearly 21 was one of the places to be seen in Manhattan. Edna stopped at nearly every table to say hi to someone and she introduced them all to Tully, saying, Heres a girl you should keep your eye on.

By the time they took their seats, Tully felt as if she were floating. She couldnt wait to call Kate and tell her shed met John Kennedy, Jr.

She knew the value of what had just happened. Edna had just given her the gift of recognition. Why me? she asked when their waiter left.

Edna lit up her cigarette and leaned back. Nodding at someone across the room, she seemed not to have heard the question. Tully was about to ask it again when Edna said quietly, You remind me of me. That surprises you, I see.

Flatters me.

Im from a little town in Oklahoma. When I got to New Yorkwith a degree in journalism and a job in the secretarial poolI discovered the ugly truth about this career. Practically everyone is Someone or related to Someone. A nobody has to work damn hard. I dont think I

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slept more than five hours at a time, had a family holiday, or had sex that meant something for almost a decade.

The waiter brought their food, set it down with an obsequious nod, and disappeared again. Smoking cigarette in hand, Edna began cutting her steak. When I saw you, I thought, Theres the girl Ill help. I dont know why except, like I said, you reminded me of me.

My lucky day.

Edna nodded and went back to her food.

Ms. Guber? It was the maftre d again, carrying a phone. Theres an urgent call for you.

She took the phone, said, Talk. Then she listened for a long time. Whatre their names? How? Bomb? She began taking notes. Seattle reporter killed, producer wounded.

Tully didnt hear anything after producer. Ednas voice turned into white noise. She leaned forward. Who is it?

Edna pressed the phone to her chest. Two guys from the affiliate in Seattle were injured in a bombing. Actually, the reporter was killed. The producer, John Ryan, is in critical condition. She went back to her call. What was the reporters name?

Tully drew in a sharp breath. All she could think was: Johnny. She closed her eyes, but it didnt help,- in the darkness she collected a dozen painful memories: sitting on the deck of his houseboat, talking about her future … dancing at that ridiculous nightclub in the seedy part of downtown all those years ago … seeing him look at Marah for the first time, with tears in his eyes. Oh, my God, she said, getting to her feet.

Ill \ , ii

I have to go.

Edna looked up at her, mouthed, What is it?

She could barely form the words,- they burned her mouth. Johnny Ryan is my best friends husband.

Really? Edna looked at her, then said into the phone, Maury put Tully on the story. She has an in. Ill call you back, and hung up. Sit down, Tully.

Numbly, she complied. Her legs had practically given out anyway.

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Those memories kept hammering her. I need to help Katie, she muttered.

I

Its a big story, Tully, Edna said.

Tully waved that off impatiently. I dont care about that. Shes my best friend.

Dont care? Edna said sharply. Oh, you care. Everyone wants this assignment, but you have an in. Do you know what that means?

Tully frowned, trying to switch gears from her worry. It seemed j

vaguely wrong, to make this about her career. I dont know. I

Then youre not the woman I thought you were. Why cant you get j

an exclusive and comfort your friend?

Tully thought about that. When you put it that way …

What other way is there? You can get an interview that no one else will have. A thing like this will put you on the map. Could get you the news nook.

Tully couldnt help but be seduced by that. The news nook was a desk 1

on the morning shows set from which the days biggest news stories were covered. The recognition factor for anyone assigned there was high. Daily national exposure. Several people had made the jump from news nook to host. And I can protect Kate from everything while Im there.

Exactly. Edna picked up the phone and dialed the number. Hart can get us an exclusive, Maury. Its as good as done. Ill vouch for her. When she hung up, Ednas look was steely. Dont let me down.

All the way from the restaurant and back to the office, Tully convinced herself that shed done the right thing. At her desk, she threw her coat onto the back of her chair and called Kate. The phone rang and rang. Finally the answering machine picked up:

Youve reached the Ryan household. Neither Johnny nor Kate can come to the phone right now, but if youll leave a message well get back to you as soon as we can.

At the beep, Tully said, Hey, Katie, its me. I just heard

Kate picked up the phone and disabled the answering machine. Hey, she said, sounding completely lost. You got my message. Sorry about the machine. Those bloodsucking reporters wont leave me alone.

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Katie, how

Hes in a hospital in Germany. Im catching a military flight in two hours. Ill call you when I land.

Hardly. Ill meet you at the hospital.

In Germany?

Of course. Im not going to let you go through this alone. Your mom has Marah, right?

Right. You mean it, Tully? Kates voice lifted on the last question, took on an edge of hope.

Best friends forever, isnt it?

No matter what. On that, Kates voice broke. Thanks, Tully.

Tully wanted to say, Thats what friends are for, but the words stuck in her throat. All she could think of was the exclusive shed promised Edna.

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For sixteen hours, Kate rode an emotional pendulum that swung between hope and despair. At first shed focused on details calling her parents, packing Marahs things, filling out paperwork. The busy-work had been a lifesaver,- without it, there was nothing to do but worry. On the flight, shed taken sleeping pills for the first time in her life, and though her sleep had been oozy, black, and restless, it was infinitely better than being awake.

Now she was being escorted to the hospital. As she approached the entrance, she saw reporters clotted out front. Someone in the crowd must have recognized her, because they turned in unison, like some suddenly roused beast, and pushed forward.

Mrs. Ryan, what word do you have on his condition?

is it a head injury?

Has he spoken

or opened his eyes?

She didnt slow down. If there was one thing a producers wife knew, it was how to move through the press. They were being as respectful as they knew how to be, given their profession. Although Johnny was one of them and they knew that it could have happened to any of them, a

story was a story.

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No comment. She pushed through the crowd and entered the hospital. It was like all such institutionsblank walls, utilitarian flooring, crisply uniformed people bustling down wide corridors.

Theyd clearly been alerted to her arrival, because a heavyset woman in a white uniform and starched nurses cap strode toward her, smiling sympathetically.

You must be Mrs. Ryan, she said in heavily accented English.

1 am.

I will take you to your husbands room. The doctor will arrive shortly to speak at you.

Kate nodded.

Thankfully, the woman didnt make small talk as they rode up the elevator. On the third floor, they strode past the nurses station and turned into his room.

He looked frail and broken, like a child in his parents bed. She stopped, realizing a second too late that shed spent too much time imagining a reunion and not enough anticipating this reality. This man bore only the shallowest resemblance to her vibrant, handsome husband.

His head was sheathed in white bandages. The entire left side of his face was swollen and discolored,- both his eyes were bandaged. Machines and lines and IVs were clustered around him.

The nurse patted her shoulder and gave her a gentle push toward the bed. He is alive, she said. This is what you should see when you look at him.

Kate took the most difficult step of her life. Until that moment, she hadnt even realized that shed stopped moving. Hes usually so strong.

He needs you to be strong now.

They were the words Kate needed to hear. She had a job here; the time for feeling too much and falling apart would come later when she was alone. Thank you, she said to the nurse, and walked toward the bed.

Behind her, the door shut quietly, and she knew they were alone now, she and this man who was and wasnt her Johnny.

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This was not our deal, she said. I distinctly remember that you promised to be okay. So, Im going to assume youll honor that. She wiped her eyes and leaned down to kiss his swollen cheek. Mom and Dad send their prayers. Marah is with them right now. AndTully is flying over to be with us,- you know how pissed shell be if you dont give her your full attention. You might as well wake up now before she badgers you to death. She tripped over the last word, winced, straightening by sheer dint of will. I didnt mean that, she whispered, gripping the bedrails tightly. Can you hear me, John Ryan? Let me know youre in there. She reached down, took his hand in hers. Squeeze my hand, baby. You can do it. Then: Say something, damn it. I wont even yell at you for scaring the shit out of me. Not right away, anyway.

Mrs. Ryan?

Kate hadnt even heard the door open. When she turned, there was a man standing not more than ten feet away from her.

Im Dr. Carl Schmidt. I am in charge of your husbands care.

The polite thing to do would have been to let go, cross the room, and shake Dr. Schmidts hand, and for all her life Kate had done things correctly, but now she couldnt move, couldnt pretend to be okay. And? was all she could say.

He has suffered a serious head injury, as you no doubt know. He is heavily sedated right now, so we cannot do a comprehensive testing of his brain function. He received excellent medical care in Baghdad. The doctors there removed a section of his skull

They what?

Removed a section of his skull to allow the brain to swell. Do not

worry. This is most routine in such an injury.

She wanted to say that an appendectomy was routine, but didnt dare. Why are his eyes bandaged?

We dont know yet if

The door behind him banged open, cracked against the wall. Tully burst into the roomthere was no other word for itand stopped dead. She was breathing hard and her face was suspiciously bright.

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Sorry it took me so long, Katie. No one would tell me where the hell you were.

I am sorry, the doctor said. It is family only in here.

She is family, Kate said, reaching for Tullys hand. Tully batted away her hand and pulled her into a hug,- they cried together, holding on, until finally Kate drew back, wiping her eyes.

The doctor said, We do not know yet if he will be blind. These are things we will know if he wakes up.

When he wakes up, Tully said, but her voice was unsteady.

The next forty-eight hours will tell us much news, the doctor said seamlessly, as if he hadnt been interrupted.

Forty-eight hours. It sounded like a lifetime.

Keep talking to him, the doctor said. This couldnt hurt, yes?

Kate nodded, stepping aside as the doctor moved to the bed and checked Johnny. He made a few notes on the chart and then left.

The minute he was gone, Tully took Kate by the shoulders, gave her a little shake. We are not going to believe any bad stuff. Herr Doctor doesnt know Johnny Ryan. We do. He promised to come home to you and Marah and hes a man who keeps his promises.

Tullys mere presence buoyed Kate, kept her afloat. The strength that had been so quick to leave her came back. Youd better listen to her, Johnny. You know what a bitch she can be when shes wrong.

For the next six hours they stayed there, beside his bed. Kate would talk for as long as she could,- when she ran out of steam or started to cry, Tully would step in, picking up the conversation.

Somewhere in the middle of the nightKate had no conception of what time it wasthey went down to the empty cafeteria and bought food from vending machines and sat down at a table near the window.

Alone but for the empty tables, they stared at each other.

What are you going to do about the press?

Kate looked up. What do you mean?

Tully shrugged and sipped her coffee. You saw the reporters out front. Hes a big story, Katie.

The nurse told me they tried to take pictures of him as he was being

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wheeled in. One reporter even tried to bribe one of the orderlies on the floor to get a picture of his bandaged face. Cockroaches. No offense.

None taken. And were not all that way, Katie.

He wouldnt want them to know.

Are you kidding? Hes a journalist. Hed certainly advocate giving his colleaguesor at least one colleaguehis story.

You think he wants the world to know that he might be blind or brain-damaged? How could he get work again? No way. This story stays contained until I know how he is.

They said he might be brain-damaged?

They took off a piece of his skull. What do you think? Kate shuddered. The world has no business looking under his bandages.

Its news, Kate, Tully said softly. If you gave me an exclusive, I could protect you.

If it werent for the damn news, he wouldnt be fighting for his life right now.

Im not the only one who believes in it.

It was a direct reminder of the thing Johnny and Tully shared, that bond which had always excluded Kate. She wanted to make a smart-ass remark, but she was too tired. She hadnt slept well in weeks and every muscle and sinew in her body ached.

Tully covered Kates hand with her own. Let me handle the media for you. Just me. That way you dont even have to think about it.

Kate smiled for the first time in probably twenty-four hours. What would I do without you, Tully?

Are you kidding me? Three days I wait for your call and when you do bother to call, its to say you need more time?

Tully leaned closer to the pay phone, trying to squeeze a small bit of privacy out of a very public place. The family isnt ready to go public yet, Maury. The doctors are respecting their wishes. Surely you can understand that.

Understand it? Who gives a shit if I understand it? This is world

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news, Tully, not some damn sorority gossip circle. CNN has reported that he has a head injury

Thats officially unconfirmed. j

Damn it, Tully. Youre putting me in a hell of a spot. The higher-ups are pissed off. There was talk this morning of pulling you off the story. Dick wants to send

Ill get you something.

Get me the story today and Ill move you into the news nook next week.

Tully thought for a moment shed imagined the promise. You mean it?

You have twenty-four hours, Tully. At the end of that time you can be a hero or a zero. Its up to you.

Tully heard him slam the phone down. Through the glass windows of the empty lobby, she could see the reporters clustered along the sidewalk. For three days theyd been waiting for official word on Johnnys condition. In the meantime, theyd reported the known factsthe events that led up to the bombing, the field reports of his injuries, and his backstory in Central America. Additionally, theyd used this to springboard on to other tangentially related general stories, things like the danger to journalists covering wars, the specific challenges of Desert Storm, and the myriad types of injuries that commonly accompany bombings.

She stood there, wondering how in the hell she was going to do this. Everything needed to be done exactly right so that both Maury and Kate got what they wanted. It was up to Tully to make it all happen, and if she did this one thing well, it might change her future. Shed die before shed let Edna down, and like Edna had said, Tully could do her job and still protect Kate. Shed have to break the story, but how she did it was what mattered.

Carefully. Tactfully. No mention of brain damage or potential blindness. That way everyone got what they wanted.

The news nook.

All her life shed dreamed of that job, imagined it as the start of

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everything. She couldnt let go of the opportunity to have it. Surely Kate would understand the importance of that.

Of course.

Smiling, she went in search of her cameraman. Theyd start with some establishing shotsbackground, hospital interior and exterior, that sort of thing. Theyd hide the camera as much as they needed to. Fortunately, everyone who mattered knew that Kate had given Tully full access to visit Johnny.

She went to the front door and stepped out into the cold gray afternoon. Her cameraman was standing off to the side, away from the group of reporters. At her signal, he hid his camera under his quilted goose-down coat and headed toward her.

Kate sat in Dr. Schmidts office, listening. So the swelling isnt going down, she said, trying not to twist her sweaty hands together. She was so tired, it was a struggle simply to keep her eyes open.

Not as quickly as we would wish. If soon there is not some improvement I am thinking we will go to surgery again.

She nodded.

Do not worry yet, Mrs. Ryan. Your husband is very strong. We can see that he is fighting hard.

How can you tell?

Why, because he is still alive. A weaker man would not be here now.

She tried to take strength from that, to truly believe it, but hope was becoming difficult to hold on to. Each passing day had sanded her down, weakened the walls of her denial; in places, fear called itself truth and poked through.

Dr. Schmidt stood. I must to see a patient now. I will walk with you part of the way back to Mr. Ryans room.

She nodded and fell into step beside him. For a moment, with him beside her talking in his soft, authoritative voice, she felt a longing for her father.

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Well, this is where I must turn a different way, Dr. Schmidt said, pointing down the hallway toward the radiology department.

Kate nodded. She would have mumbled a simple goodbye, but she didnt trust her voice, and the last thing she wanted to do was to show her weakness.

She stood in the hallway, watching him walk away from her. Near the end of the corridor, he merged into the white-clad sea of bodies and disappeared.

With a sigh, she headed back to Johnnys room. If she was lucky, Tully was there now. Just her friends presence was a huge help. Honestly, Kate didnt know how she would have made it through the past days without Tully. Theyd played cards and told stories and even sang a few old songs together, hoping Johnny would want to wake up to tell them to be quiet. Last night, Tully had found an old episode of The Parfridge Family broadcast in German. Shed cracked Kate up with her own made-up dialogue that had David Cassidy hot for his TV sister. The nurses had even come in to tell them to be quiet.

Kate turned a corner and saw a tall, long-haired man in a puffy blue coat and ragged jeans standing at the door to Johnnys room. A black video camera rested on his shoulder. He was shooting now,- she could tell by the red light on the camera.

She ran down the hall, grabbed the mans puffy coat sleeve, and spun him around. What in the hell are you doing? She shoved .him so hard he stumbled back, almost fell. It felt good, so good she wished shed punched him in the face. Scavenger, she hissed, switching off the camera with one stab of her finger.

That was when she saw Tully. Her best friend stood at the end of Johnnys bed, dressed in a red V-neck sweater and black pants, her hair and makeup camera-ready, holding a microphone.

Oh, my God, Kate whispered.

Its not what you think.

Youre not reporting on Johnnys condition?

I am, you know I am, but I was going to talk to you about it. Explain everything. I came up to ask you

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With a cameraman, Kate said, stepping back.

Tully ran over to her, pleading. My boss called. Theyre going to fire me if I dont get this story. I knew youd understand if I just told you the truth. You know the news and how much this means to me, but I would never do anything to hurt you or Johnny.

How dare you! Youre supposed to be my friend.

I am your friend. Tullys voice took on an edge of panic. The look in her eyes was so unfamiliar it took Kate a moment to recognize it: fear. I shouldnt have started filming, I admit it, but I didnt think youd mind. Johnny sure as hell wouldnt. Hes a newsman, like me. Like you used to be. He knows that the story

Kate slapped Tully across the face as hard as she could. Hes not your story. Hes my husband. On that last word, Kates voice broke. Get out. Get away. When Tully didnt move, Kate screamed, Now. Get the hell out of this room. Its family only.

Beside Johnnys bed, an alarm blared.

White-clad nurses streamed into the room, pushed Kate and Tully aside. They transferred him to a gurney and wheeled him out of the room.

Kate stood there, staring at the empty sheets of his bed.

Katie

Get out, she said dully.

Tully grabbed her sleeve. Come on, Katie. Were best friends forever. No matter what. Remember? You need me now.

You are hardly the kind of friend I need. She wrenched free and ran out of the room.

It wasnt until she was on the second floor, alone in the womens bathroom, staring at the green metal door of the stall, that she cried.

Hours later, Kate sat alone in the family waiting room. At times throughout the day there had been others in here, groups of huddled, glassyeyed people waiting for news of their loved ones. Now, however, the volunteer at the desk had gone home and the room was empty.

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Never before had time crawled so slowly. She had nothing to do, no way to trick her mind into thinking about something else. She tried to flip through the magazines, but none were in English and the pictures didnt hold her attention. Even a phone call home hadnt helped. Without Tully here to buoy her, she felt herself sinking into despair.

Mrs. Ryan?

Kate got quickly to her feet. Hello, Doctor. How did the surgery go?

He is most well. There was extensive bleeding in his brain, which we think accounts for the continued swelling. We have now stopped it. Perhaps this will give us reason for new hope, yes? Shall I walk you back to his room?

It was enough that he was still alive.

Thank you.

As they passed the nurses station, he said, Do you wish me to page your friend, Tallulah? Certainly you dont desire to be alone now.

I dont want to be alone now, thats true, Kate said. But Tallulah is no longer welcome here.

Ah. Well. You must keep believing that he will wake up. I have seen many so-called miracles in my years here. Often, I think faith has its part to play.

Im afraid to get my hopes up, she said quietly.

He paused at the closed door of Johnnys room and looked down at her. I did not say that faith was easy,- merely that it was necessary. And you are here, are you not, by his side? This takes its own kind of courage, yes? He patted her shoulder and left her standing by the door.

She wasnt sure how long she stood there, alone in the stark white hospital,- in time, though, she went inside and sat down. In a quiet, halting voice, she closed her eyes and talked to him. About what, she couldnt have said. All she knew was that a voice could offer light in a dark place, and light could lead you out.

The next thing she knew, it was morning. Sunlight glowed through the exterior window, illuminating the beige linoleum floor tiles and gray-white walls.

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She unfolded from the chair and stood beside the bed, feeling stiff and sore. Hey, handsome, she murmured, leaning down to kiss Johnnys cheek. The bandages on his eyes had been removed,- she could see now how bruised and swollen his left eye was. No more bleeding in the brain allowed, okay? When you need attention just try the oldfashioned ways, like getting mad or kissing me.

She kept talking until she ran out of things to say. Finally she turned on the television that hung in the corner. It came on with a thunk and a buzz and showed a grainy black and white picture. The machine you love so much, she said bitterly, reaching down for his hand. Taking his dry, slack fingers in hers, she held on to him. Leaning down, she kissed his cheek and lingered there. Though he smelled of hospitals and disinfectants and medicines, if she tried hard enough, believed strongly enough, she could smell the familiar essence of him. The TV is on. Youre big news.

No response.

Idly she flipped through the channels, looking for something in English.

Tullys face filled the screen.

She was standing in front of the hospital with her microphone held up to her mouth. Captions along the bottom of the screen translated her words: For days the world has wondered and worried about John Patrick Ryan, the TV news producer who was seriously injured when a bomb exploded near the Al-Rashid Hotel. Although funeral services were held yesterday for the reporter, Arthur Gulder, who was with him, the Ryan family and the German hospital remained unavailable to journalists. And how can we blame them? This is a time of deep personal tragedy for the Ryan family. JohnJohnny to his friendssuffered a serious head trauma in the explosion. A complicated medical procedure was performed on him at an army hospital near Baghdad. Specialists tell me that without this lifesaving surgery on site, Mr. Ryan would not have survived.

The picture on screen changed. Now Tully was standing beside Johnnys bed. He lay motionless on the white sheets, his head and eyes

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bandaged. Though the camera lingered on Johnny for only an instant before returning to Tullys face, the image of him was hard to forget.

Mr. Ryans prognosis is uncertain. The specialists with whom I spoke said it is a waiting game to see if the swelling in his brain recedes. If it does, he has an excellent chance of survival. If not … Her voice trailed off as she moved around to the end of the bed. There, she looked directly into the camera. Everything about this case is uncertain right now, except this: This is a story of heroes, both in the war zone and at home. John Ryan wanted to bring this story to the American people, and I know him well enough to say that he knew the risks he was taking and wouldnt have made another choice. And while he was covering the war, his wife, Kathleen, was at home with their oneyear-old daughter, believing that what her husband was doing was important. Like any soldiers wife, it was her sacrifice as much as his that made it possible for John Ryan to do his job. The picture cut back to Tully on the hospital steps. This is Tallulah Hart, reporting from Germany. And may I say, Bryant, that our prayers are certainly with the Ryan family today.

Kate stared at the television long after the segment had ended. She made us look like heroes, she said to the empty room. Even me.

She felt a flutter-soft movement against her palm. It was so gentle that at first she almost didnt notice. Frowning, she glanced down.

Johnny slowly opened his eyes.

Johnny? she whispered, half afraid that she was making this up, that the stress had finally cracked her. Can you see me?

He squeezed her hand. It was barely a squeeze, really,- normally it wouldnt even qualify as a touch, but now it made her laugh and cry at the same time.

Can you see me? she asked again, leaning close. Close your eyes once if you can see me.

Slowly, he closed his eyes.

She kissed his cheek, his forehead, his cracked, dry lips. Do you know where you are? she finally asked, pulling back, hitting the nurses button.

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She could see the confusion in his eyes and it scared her. How about me? Do you know who I am?

He stared up at her, swallowed hard. Slowly, he opened his mouth and said, My … Katie.

Yes, she said, bursting into tears. Im your Katie.

The next seventy-two hours were a whirlwind of meetings, procedures, tests, and medication adjustments. Kate accompanied Johnny to consultations with ophthalmologists, psychiatrists, physical therapists, speech and occupational therapists, and, of course, Dr. Schmidt. Everyone, it seemed, had to sign off on Johnnys recovery before she could move him to a rehabilitation center near home.

He is lucky to have you, Dr. Schmidt said at the conclusion of their meeting.

Kate smiled. Im lucky to have him.

Yes. Now I suggest you go to the cafeteria and have some lunch. You have lost too much weight this week.

Really?

Certainly. Now go. I will return your husband to his room when the tests are finished.

Kate rose. Thank you, Dr. Schmidt. For everything.

He made an its-nothing gesture with his hand. This is my job.

Smiling, she headed for the door. She was nearly there when he called her name again. She turned. Yes?

There are not many reporters left, but is it acceptable to report on your husbands condition? We would very much like them to leave.

Ill think about it.

Excellent.

Kate left his office and went to the elevator at the end of the hall.

The cafeteria was mostly empty on this late Thursday afternoon. There were a few groups of employees gathered around the rectangular tables and a few families ordering food. It was easy to tell which group was which. The employees were laughing and talking while they ate,-

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the patients families were quiet and still, staring down at their food and looking up at the clock every few minutes.

Kate made her way through the tables to the window. Outside, the sky was a dark, steely gray,- any moment it would start to rain or snow.

Even with the distortion of the glass, she could see how tired she looked, how spent.

It was odd, but somehow it was harder to be alone with her relief than with her despair. Then, shed wanted mostly to sit quietly and blank out her mind and try to imagine the best. Now she wanted to laugh with someone, to smile and raise a glass in celebration and say shed known all along it would end like this.

No. Not someone.

Tally.

For all of Kates life, Tully had been the first line of celebration, the party just waiting to happen. Her best friend would toast crossing the street safely if that was what Kate wanted.

Turning away from the window, she went over to the table and sat down.

You look like you could use a drink.

Kate looked up. Tully stood there, dressed in crisp black jeans and a white boat-necked angora sweater. Although her hair and makeup were perfect, she looked tired. And nervous.

Youre still here?

You thought Id leave you? Tully tried to smile, but it wasnt the real thing. I brought you a cup of tea.

Kate stared at the Styrofoam cup in Tullys hand. She knew it was her favoriteEarl Greydoctored with just the right amount of sugar.

It was the only apology Tully knew how to make for what shed done. If Kate accepted it, she knew that the episode would have to be forgottenthe betrayal and the slap would have to dissolve into nothing so they could step back onto the track that had connected their lives. No regrets, no grudges. Theyd be TullyandKate again, or as close to that as grown women could be.

The story was good, she said evenly.

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As bad as that year was, Kate knew every moment that it could have been so much worse. The man she brought home from Germany bore only the merest resemblance to her husband in those first few months. His brain was slow in healing, and sometimes he lost patience with himself when a word outran him or an idea couldnt be latched on to. She spent endless hours with him in rehab, both working with him and his physical therapist and waiting in the lobby with Marah.

From the second they got home, Marah seemed to sense that something was wrong with Daddy, and no amount of cuddling could comfort her. More often than not, she woke screaming in the middle of the night and wouldnt fall silent until Kate brought her into bed with them (a practice which made Mom roll her eyes, light a smoke, and say, Youll be sorry)

When the holidays came around, Kate decorated extensively, hoping the sight of their treasured collectibles would somehow knit them all together again and make them the family theyd been before.

During the girlfriend hour, while she sipped her glass of wine and told Aunt Georgia and Mom that she was holding up well, she started

to cry.

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Mom took her hand. Its okay, honey. Let it out.

But she was afraid to do that. Im fine, she said. Its been a difficult year, thats all.

The doorbell rang.

Aunt Georgia got up. Thats probably Rick and Kelli.

It was Tully. Standing on the porch, wearing a winter-white threequarter-length cashmere coat and matching pants, she looked dropdead gorgeous. There were enough presents in her arms for three families. Dont tell me you started girlfriend hour without me. If you did, youll have to start it over.

You said you had to go to Berlin, Kate said, wishing shed dressed a little better and put on some makeup.

And miss Christmas? Hardly. She set the presents down beneath the tree and pulled Kate into a hug.

Kate hadnt realized how much shed missed her friend until right then.

Tully turned the quiet girlfriend hour into a party. At one oclock, long after they were supposed to have put the turkey in the oven, Mom and Aunt Georgia and Tully were still dancing to ABBA and Elton John, singing at the top of their lungs.

Kate stood by the tree. The room seemed lit from within suddenly. How was it that Tully could be the life of any party so easily? Maybe it was because she didnt do any of the scut workno cleaning or cooking or laundry for Tully.

Johnny came up to Kate. She noticed that he was barely limping. Hey, you, he said.

Hey.

All around them, people were talking and singing. Aunt Georgia was doing The Time Warp with Sean, his girlfriend, and Uncle Ralph. Mom and Dad were talking to Tully, who was swaying to the music with Marah in her arms.

Johnny reached down beneath the tree and found a small box, wrapped in silver and gold paper, with Scotch tape showing along the seams and a red foil bow that was too big. He handed it to her.

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You want me to open it now?

He nodded.

She peeled back the paper, plucked off the bow, and found a blue velvet box inside. Opening it, she gasped. There lay a fine gold necklace and a diamond-encrusted heart-shaped locket. Johnny …

Ive done some stupid things in my life, Katie, and for most of them Ive paid the price. Lately, youve paid the price, too. I know how hard its been on you, this past year. And I want you to know this: you are the one thing Ive done right in this life. He took the necklace out of the box and put it on her. Ive taken a new job at my old station. You wont have to worry about me anymore. Youre my heart, Katie Scarlett, and Ill always be here for you. I love you.

Kates throat tightened with emotion. I love you, too.

During college, the cherry trees in the Quad had marked the passing of time. Every season came and went on those spindly gray-brown branches. In the eighties, time had been marked by the streetlamps on the cobblestoned street in front of the Public Market. When the first

SEASONS GREETINGS flag fluttered beneath the lamps, she knew another year had gone by.

In the nineties it was Tullys hair. Every morning, while Kate fed and bathed Marah, she watched the morning show on TV. Like clockwork, Tullys hairdos changed twice a year. First there had been the Jane Pauley extra-short bangs, then the Meg Ryan messy look, then the pixie cut that made her look impossibly young, and most recently, shed chosen the most talked-about cut in the countrythe Rachel.

Every time Kate saw a new hairdo, she winced at how fast time was moving. The years werent just passing, they were flying by. Already it was the last day of August, 1997. In a little more than a week her baby would be starting second grade.

She hated to admit how much shed been looking forward to this day.

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For the past seven years, shed been the best mother she knew how to be. Shed diligently recorded every milestone in Marahs baby album and took enough photographs to scientifically document a new life-form. More than that, she enjoyed her daughter so much that she sometimes felt lost in the sea of love that surrounded them. She and Johnny had tried for years to conceive another child, but they had not been so blessed. It had been difficult for Kate to handle,- in time, though, shed accepted her small family and poured herself into making every moment perfect. Finally, shed found something she was passionate about: motherhood.

But as the months turned into years, shed begun to feel a tiny itch of dissatisfaction. At first shed kept it bottled inside of herafter all, what did she have to complain about? She loved her life. She spent what spare hours she did have volunteering in the classroom and at Helper House, the local center that provided assistance to women in need. She even took a few art classes.

It wasnt enough, didnt fill the invisible void, but it made her feel productive and useful. And though the people who loved herJohnny, Tully, and Momrepeatedly commented that she seemed to be looking for something more, she ignored them all. It was so much easier to focus on the present, on her daughter. There would be plenty of time later on to search for herself.

Now she stood at the living room window, dressed in her flannel pajamas, staring out at the still-dark backyard. Even in the shadows she could see toys strewn about the deck and yard. Barbies. Beanie Babies. A tricycle lying on its side. A pink plastic Corvette was washing back and forth on the incoming tide.

Shaking her head, she turned away from the view and went to the television, turning it on. As soon as Marah woke up, she was going to make her daughter march outside and pick up the toys. A temper tantrum was sure to follow.

The television came on with a thump. A BREAKING NEWS banner ran beneath Bernard Shaws grave face. Behind him, a montage of Princess Diana photographs reeled off, one after another. For those of you just

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tuning in, Bernard said, the news from France is that Princess Diana is dead …

Kate stared at the screen, not quite comprehending.

The princess. Their princess. Dead?

Beside her, the phone rang. Without looking away from the TV, she answered it. Hello?

Youre watching the news?

Its true?

Im in London to cover it.

Oh, my God. Kate stared at the images on the TVyoung, shy Diana in her plaid skirt and bomber-type jacket, with her eyes downcast,- pregnant Diana, looking hopeful and radiantly happy,- elegant Diana, in a gorgeous off-the-shoulder gown, dancing with John Travolta at the White House,- laughing Diana, on a ride at Disneyland with her boys,- and finally, Diana alone, in a hospital far from home, holding a malnourished black baby.

In those few images were the whole of a womans life.

It can be over so fast, Kate said, more to herself than to Tully. She realized a moment too late that Tully had been talking and shed interrupted her.

She was just starting to come into her own, too.

Maybe shed waited too long to try. Kate knew about that, about how frightening it could be to watch your children grow up and your husband go off to work and to wonder what youd do with the sliver of life that was yours.

Familiar photographs filled the screen: Diana, walking alone at some event, waving to the crowd, then the image changed to the front gates of one of the castles, where flowers were beginning to pile up in remembrance. Life could change so quickly. Shed forgotten that somehow.

Kate? Are you okay?

I think Ill sign up for a writing class at UW, she said slowly. The words felt pulled out of her somehow.

Really? Thats great. You always were a kick-ass writer.

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Kate didnt respond. She sank down to the sofa and just stared at the TV, surprised when she began to cry.

Almost immediately, Kate regretted the decision shed made. Well, that wasnt entirely true. What she actually regretted was that shed told Tully, whod told Mom, whod told Johnny.

You know, its a great idea, Johnny said a few nights later as they lay in bed, watching television. Ill help out with whatever you need me to do.

Kate wanted to give him a laundry list of reasons that it was too burdensome for her schedule. He and Tully made everything sound so easy, as if life were a combo plate you could order and pay for. She knew how wrong they were, how it felt to find that you werent good enough.

In the end, though, she could lie to herself and make excuses for only so long. When Marah went off to school, waving wildly, Kate was left with the empty hours of her day. Chores and obligations could only fill some of her time.

So, on a hot Indian summer day in mid-September, she dropped Marah off at school, drove onto the midmorning ferry, and merged into the downtown Seattle traffic. At ten-thirty she parked in the visitors lot at the University of Washington, walked to the Registration Building, and signed up for a single class: Introduction to Fiction Writing.

For the next week, she was a nervous wreck.

I cant do it, she whined to her husband, feeling sick to her stomach on the day of the first class.

You can do it. Ill take Marah to school so you wont be stressed about catching the ferry.

But I am stressed.

He bent down and kissed her, then drew back, smiling. Get your ass out of bed.

After that, she moved on autopilottaking a shower, dressing, packing her backpack.

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All the way to UW she thought.- What am I doing? Im thirty-seven years old. I cant go back to college.

And then she was in the classroom, the only person in the room who was over thirtyincluding the teacher.

She wasnt sure when she relaxed, but gradually, her stomachache eased. The more the professor talked about writing, about the gift of storytelling, the more Kate felt she belonged here.

From her place at the news desk, Tully finished her on-air banter with the shows cohosts, then turned her attention to the TelePrompTer, reading the news seamlessly. Chief tom Koby of the Denver police conceded today that mistakes were made early in the JonBenet Ramsey investigation. Sources close to the case allege that …

When she was done, she gave the camera her trademark smile and turned the show back over to Bryant and Katie. As she was gathering her script and notes, an assistant producer came and whispered in her ear, Your agent is on the phone, Tully. He says its urgent.

Thanks.

She talked to several members of the cast and crew as she made her way out of the studio and up to her office. There, she closed the door and picked up the phone, punching in line one. This is Tully. Hi, George.

Theres a car waiting for you out front. Ill meet you at the Plaza in fifteen minutes.

Whats going on?

Touch up your makeup and move.

She hung up, told everyone who needed to know that she was leaving for a meeting, and left the building.

At the hotel, a liveried bellman appeared instantly to open the car door for her, saying, Welcome to the Plaza, Ms. Hart.

Thank you. She handed him a ten-dollar bill and went into the cream and gold marble lobby.

Her agent, George Davison, was waiting for her, looking elegant in a gray Armani suit. Are you ready to make your dreams come true?

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Youre finally going to do that, huh?

He led her down the hallway filled with glass cases that held expensive items for sale from the various gift shops and the sparkling jewelry store, and into the airy, high-ceilinged restaurant.

She saw instantly who they were meeting. In a back corner of the room hidden behind the world-class buffet was the president of CBS.

He stood at her arrival. Hello, Tallulah, thank you for coming.

She missed a step but not her smile. Hello. She took the seat across from him, watched George sit between them.

I wont beat around the bush. As you know, The Today Show is killing our morning show in the ratings.

Yes.

At CBS, we think youre a big part of the shows success. Ive particularly noticed your interviewing skills. Amy Fisher and Joey Buttafuoco, the survivors of the Oklahoma City bombing. O.J.s defense team and Lyle Menendez. You were great.

Thank you.

Wed like to offer you the cohost spot on our show, beginning with the first show in 98. Our market research indicates that viewers connect with you. They like and trust you. Thats exactly what we need to get our ratings back. What do you say?

Tully felt as if she might float out of her chair. There was no way to contain her joy or make her smile anything other than huge. Im stunned. And honored.

Whats the offer? George said.

One million dollars a year for five years.

Two million a year, George said.

Done. What do you say, Tully?

Tully didnt look at her agent. She didnt have to,- theyd been dreaming about an offer like this for years. I say hell, yes. And can I start tomorrow?

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In writing, Kate found her voice again. She woke every morning at six and went into the office shed set up in the spare bedroom. There, she worked diligently to craft and recraft her sentences, polishing each paragraph until it revealed all that she was trying to say. At some point in this first hour Johnny came in to kiss her goodbye, and then she was alone again until Marah woke and her real-life day began.

She had so much confidence when she was in that pseudo-office of hers, with her fingers on the computers keyboard. If only she felt so sure of herself now.

She stood in the front of the classroom, with a green blackboard behind her. In the desk/chair sets in front of her, a dozen or so boredlooking kids slumped in their chairs,- more than a few appeared to be sleeping. Beside her, the professora young guy with long, shaggy hair, wearing Air Jordans and camouflage pantswaited patiently.

Kate took a deep breath and began to read: The girl in the small room in the ramshackle house was all alone again. Or she thought she was. In this place where the lights didnt work and the windows were covered in black paper and duct tape, it was hard to tell the truth. Should she take a chance and try to escape? That was the question. The last time shed tried to run, shed miscalculated and it had cost her. Unconsciously she rubbed the still-tender area along her jaw …

She lost herself in the words shed written, in the short story that was hers and hers alone. All too quickly it was over, the last sentence read, and she looked up, expecting to see a new respect in the faces that stared up at her.

No such luck.

Well, the professor said, coming forward. That was entertaining. It seems we have a budding genre writer in our midst. Who has a comment?

For the next twenty minutes, they dissected Kates story, looking for flaws. She listened carefully, refusing to let herself be stung by the criticisms. Who cared that shed spent almost four weeks on these six pages? What mattered was that she could improve. She could tighten her story and try to master viewpoint and be more careful with her dialogue.

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By the end of class, instead of feeling wounded or dejected, she felt empowered, as if a heretofore unseen path had just been revealed. She couldnt wait to get home and try again.

As she packed up her stuff to leave, the professor came over to her, said, You show real promise, Kate.

Thank you.

Beaming, she hurried out of the classroom. All the way across campus and through the student parking lot, she imagined new directions for the story, ways to fix it.

So caught up in her imagined world was she that she missed her exit and had to backtrack.

At just past 1:20, she pulled into the parking stall under the cement viaduct and walked across the street to Ivars Restaurant. Her mother was already seated at a table in the corner. Through the wall of windows, Elliott Bay sparkled in the sunlight. Seagulls wheeled and dropped and dove for french fries thrown by tourists on the pier outside.

Sorry Im late, Kate said, sitting down across from her mom, unhooking her fanny pack and letting it rest in her lap. I hate driving in the city.

I ordered us both shrimp louies. I know you have to catch the twoten boat. Mom leaned forward, put her elbows on the table. Well? Did your professor think your story was better than John Grisham?

Kate couldnt help laughing at that. He didnt use those exact words, no. But he did say I had talent.

Oh. Mom sat back, looking disappointed. I think your story was brilliant. Even Daddy thought so.

Dad thinks Im better than John Grisham, too? And on my very first story. I guess Im a genius.

Are you saying our opinion is somewhat inflated?

Somewhat. But I love you for it.

Im proud of you, Katie, she said softly. I always wanted to find something like that for me. I guess I made afghans instead.

You raised two great kidswell, one great one and one pretty good one, Kate teased. And you stayed married and made everyone happy. You should be proud of that.

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I am, but …

Kate placed her hand on her mothers. They both understood,- every at-home mom in the world understood. Ultimately there were prices to be paid for the choices a woman made. Youre my hero, Mom, Kate said simply.

Mom looked at her, tears bright in her eyes. Before she could answer, the waitress returned with their salads and lemonades, put the lunch on the table, and left.

Kate picked up her fork and started eating.

The nausea hit without warning.

Excuse me, Kate mumbled, dropping her fork and clamping a hand over her mouth as she ran for the restroom. There, in a stiflingly small cubicle, she threw up.

When there was nothing left in her stomach, she went to the sink and washed her hands and face, rinsed out her mouth.

Her whole body felt trembly and weak. Her face in the mirror was bone-pale and drawn. For the first time she noticed the dark shadows under her eyes.

Maybe she was coming down with the stomach flu, she thought. Everyone at playgroup was sick this week.

Still feeling shaky, she returned to the table, under her mothers watchful gaze.

Im fine, Kate said, taking her seat. I took Marah to playgroup this weekend. All the kids were sick. She waited for her mother to respond. When the silence went on and on, Kate finally looked up. What?

Mayonnaise, her mother said. It made you sick when you were pregnant with Marah, too.

It felt as if the chair beneath Kate just evaporatedpoof! disappearedand she was falling fast. Several annoyances clicked into place and became clues: tender breasts even though she wasnt having her period,- trouble sleeping,- exhaustion. She closed her eyes and shook her head, sighing. Shed wanted another babyshe and Johnny both did but it had been so long, theyd given up. And now everything was going so well with the writing. She didnt want to go back to sleepless nights

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and crying babies and days that left her too tired to answer a question at the dinner table, let alone write a story.

Youll just take a little longer to get published, her mother said. Youll be able to do both.

We wanted another baby, she said, trying to smile. And Ill still keep writing. Youll see. She almost had herself convinced. I can do it with two kids.

On Thursday, two days later, she found out she was having twins.

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THE NEW MILLENNIUM

A Moment Like This

some people wait a lifetime

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

By 2000, Kate rarely paused in the whirlwind chaos of her everyday life to wonder where the years had gone. Contemplation and reflection, like relaxation, were thoughts from another era, ideas from another life. The road not taken, as they used to say. A woman with three childrena ten-year-old girl who was fast approaching puberty and twin boys under twosimply didnt have time to think about herself much, and the number of years that separated her kids ages ereated almost two families. She knew now why women had their children closer together. Starting over doubled a mothers exhaustion level.

Her days were consumed by details, and this surprisingly sunny morning in March was no exception. The chores stacked up, one on top of another, until she found herself running from sunrise to well past sunset. The crappy part was that she never seemed to accomplish anything substantial, yet she almost never had an hour to herself. The athome mothers life: it was a race with no finish line. That was what they talked about in the carpool line as they waited for their kids to leave school. That, and divorce. Every month lately it seemed that one seemingly solid marriage had shown its crumbling clay foundation.

Except today wasnt just another ordinary bead in the strand of her life. Today, Tully was coming to Seattle for a promotional tour. It would

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be the first time theyd seen each other in months, and Kate couldnt wait. She needed some girlfriend time.

She hurried through her To Do listdropped Marah off at school, spent too long at Safeway, bought all-new makeup at Rite Aid, made it to the library in time for reading hour, picked up Johnnys dry cleaning, got the boys down for their naps, and cleaned the house.

By two-thirty, as she pulled out of the carpool laneagainshe was exhausted.

Aunt Tullys coming to spend the night tonight, right, Mommy? Marah said from the backseat. She looked tiny, wedged in as she was between the boys dump-truck-sized car seats.

Thats right.

Are you gonna wear makeup?

Kate couldnt help smiling at that. She wasnt quite sure how it had happened, but somehow shed raised a tiny beauty queen. At ten, Marah already had more fashion sense and style sensibility than Kate ever had. She watched in amazement as her tall, slim ten-year-old daughter poured over the teen fashion magazines and memorized designer names. School shopping was a terror. If Marah didnt find exactly what she wanted, she went ballistic. There was rarely any doubt in Kates mind that her daughter was judging her appearance. More often than not, she knew she was found lacking. I will definitely wear makeup. Ill even curl my hair, hows that?

Can I wear lip gloss? Just this once? All the girls

No. Weve had this discussion, Marah. Youre too young.

Marah crossed her arms. Im not a baby.

Youre not a teenager, either. Believe me, there will be plenty of time for all that. She pulled the car into the garage and parked.

Marah was out of the car and into the house before Kate had time to

ask her to help carry stuff in. Thanks for the help, she muttered, releasing her boys from the car seats. As toddlers, Lucas and William were wild separately,- together they were a tornado.

For the next few hours, she did more afternoon chores.- in addition

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to all the regular things, she arranged vases of flowers and placed them throughout the house, positioned and lit scented candles on dressers too high for the boys to reach, and thoroughly cleaned the guest room in case Tully decided she had time to say. Then, with dinner in the oven and the boys trailing along behind her, she went upstairs to get ready. As she passed Marahs room she could hear the patter of feet that meant her daughter was pulling one outfit after another from her closet.

Smiling, Kate went to her own room, parked the boys in the playpen, and, ignoring their screams, took a shower. When she finished drying her hair (trying not to notice how dark her roots were), she opened the bathroom door.

How you guys doing now?

Lucas and William sat side by side, their bare pudgy legs splayed out in front of them, babbling to one another in baby talk.

Good, she said, patting their heads as she passed them.

In her closet, she sighed. Everything she owned was either out of date or too small. She still had some baby weight to losethe twins had turned her stomach into the Kingdome,- that kind of stretching didnt bounce back easily.

Exercising would have helped, and she wished fervently now that shed fit it into her schedule this winter.

Too late now.

She chose a nice pair of her favorite broken-in Levis and a pretty black angora sweater that Johnny had given her for Christmas a few years ago, right after hed taken the job at KLUE. It was one of her only designer garments.

Come on, boys, she said, scooping them up with practiced ease. Settling one on each hip, she carried them to their bedroom, changed their diapers, and dressed them in the darling sailor boy outfits Tully had sent for their birthday. Then, because it took forever to let them walk down the stairs, she carried them, plopped them on the living room floor with a pile of toys in front of them, and popped in a Winniethe-Pooh tape. That gave her twenty minutes if she was lucky.

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Locking the child gate at the bottom of the stairs, she went into the kitchen and began setting the table. As always, she kept half an eye on the boys while she worked.

Mom! Marah shrieked. Theyre here! She thundered down the stairs, jumped over the childproof gate, and ran for the window, pressing her little nose against it.

Kate sidled up to her daughter, pushed the curtains aside. Headlights cut through the darkness. Johnnys car was first,- behind it a black limousine crept down the long, treed driveway. The two cars parked in front of the garage.

Wow, Marah said.

The uniformed driver got out of the limo and came around to the back passenger door, opening it.

Tully emerged slowly, as if she knew she was making an entrance. Dressed in low-rise designer jeans and a crisp white mens-style blouse beneath a navy blazer, she was the very definition of casual chic. Her hair, cut in layers and probably styled by the best hairdresser in Manhattan, was a gorgeous auburn hue that shone in the light from the garage.

Wow, Marah said again.

Kate tried to suck in her stomach. I wonder if theres time for liposuction.

Johnny got out of his car and went to Tully. They stood close enough together that their shoulders were touching. Laughing at something the driver said Tully looked up at Johnny, pressing her hand to his chest as she spoke.

They looked perfect together, like models pulled from the pages of a glossy fashion magazine.

Daddy sure likes Aunt Tully, Marah said.

He sure does, Kate muttered, but Marah was already gone. Her daughter opened the door and ran to her godmother, who scooped her up and twirled her around.

Tully came into the house like she did everything: in a maelstrom of sound and light. She hugged Kate fiercely, kissed the boys pudgy

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cheeks, handed out more gifts than a Ryan family Christmas, and demanded a drink.

All through dinner, she entertained them, told them stories about being in Paris for Y2K and the panic that preceded it, about the recent Oscars ceremony shed attended and how theyd taped the dress over her boobs and how the adhesive had failed her at a party when she did a straight shot.

Everyone in the room got a shot, she said, laughing, if you know what I mean.

Marah hung on Tullys every word. Was it an Armani? she asked.

Kate was absolutely dumbfounded to hear Tully say, Yes, it was, Marah. I see you know your fashion designers. Im proud of you.

I saw pictures in the magazine. They said you were one of the best dressed.

You have to work at that, Tully said, beaming. A whole team of people work to make me look good.

Wow, Marah said yet again. Thats so cool.

When Tully had exhausted the celebrity fashion topics, she turned to world politics. She and Johnny debated the Clinton-Lewinsky scandal and the press coverage of it in fierce detail,- Marah jumped in at every lull with endless questions about teenage celebrities Tully knew personally and Kate had never heard of. Frankly, the boys were such a handful it took all of her concentration and effort to keep them quiet. Kate kept meaning to say something, add a comment or two, but the boys picked tonight to throw food at each other, and she had to be vigilant to keep them in check.

The dinner seemed to last a nanosecond. When it was over, Marah, in a pathetically transparent attempt to impress Tully, cleared the table.

Ill do the dishes, Johnny said. Why dont you and Tully get some blankets and sit outside?

Youre a prince, Tully said. Ill make a pitcher of margaritas. Katie, you put Huey and Louie to bed and Ill meet you outside in fifteen minutes.

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Kate nodded and carried the boys upstairs. By the time she was done bathing and dressing and reading to them, it was close to eight oclock.

Feeling a little weary herself, she went downstairs, where she found Marah curled on Tullys lap.

Johnny met her at the bottom of the stairs. The margaritas are in the blender. Ill put Marah to bed.

I love you.

He patted her butt, then turned to his daughter. I know. Come on, Bunny. Bedtime.

Aw, Daddy. Do I hafta? Im telling Aunt Tully about Mrs. Hermann.

Hop up the stairs and get your pjs on. Ill be up in a minute to read you a story.

Marah hugged Tully tightly, kissed her cheek, and plodded over to where Johnny and Kate stood.

Perfunctorily she kissed Kate goodnight, then went upstairs.

Tully got up and stood by Johnny. Okay, Ive been very patient, which as you know is not my strong suit, but the kids are gone now, so spill the beans.

Kate frowned. What?

You look terrible, Tully said softly. Whats wrong?

Its just hormones. Or lack of sleep. The boys exhaust me. She laughed at the ordinary string of excuses. Im fine.

I dont think she knows whats wrong, Johnny said to Tully, as if Kate werent even here.

Hows the writing going? Tully asked her.

Kate winced. Great.

She isnt writing, Johnny said, and Kate could have coldcocked him for that.

Tully looked disbelieving. Not at all?

Not that I can tell, Johnny said.

Quit talking about me as if Im not here, Kate said. I have a ten-yearold drama queen who plays every sport on the planet, takes dance lessons three times a week, and has a busier social calendar than the Sex and the City girls. And dont forget about twin boys who rarely sleep at the same

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time and break everything they touch. How the hell am I supposed to do all that, make dinner, do the laundry, clean the house, and write a book at the same time? She looked at them. I know what you both think. What everyone seems to think. Im supposed to make time to search for my authentic self. Im supposed to need more than motherhoodand I do, damn itI just dont know how Im supposed to do all that and still be in the carpool lane on time.

In the silence that followed her outbreak, a log dropped in the fireplace, made a crackling thump.

Tully looked at Johnny. You asshole.

What? He looked so perplexed, Kate almost laughed.

She cleans the house and picks up your laundry? Cant you get someone to clean, for Gods sake?

She never said she needed help.

Kate hadnt realized until that moment how overwhelmed shed felt.

Relief swept through her, loosened the muscles in her back. I do, she finally admitted to her husband.

Johnny pulled her close and kissed her, whispering, All you had to do was say something, against her lips. She kissed him back, clung to him.

Enough making out, Tully said, grabbing her arm. What we need are margaritas. Johnny, bring them to us on the deck.

Kate let herself be led outside. Once there, she smiled at her friend. Thanks, Tul. I dont know why I didnt just ask for help.

Are you kidding? I love bossing Johnny around. She sat down into the nearest Adirondack chair. In front of them, just beyond the ragged yard, lay a silvery ribbon of foamy surf. The quiet, whooshing sound of the waters rise and fall filled the night.

Kate sat in the chair beside her.

Johnny returned, gave them each a drink, and left again.

After a long silence, Tully said, I say this because I love you, Katie: you dont have to go to every field trip and bake sale. You need to make time for yourself.

Now tell me something I dont know.

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I read the magazines and watch television. At-home moms are forty

percent more likely to

No. I mean it. Tell me something I dont know. Something fun. Did I tell you about Paris at the turn of the millennium? And I dont

mean the fireworks. There was this guy, a Brazilian …

On the first of July 2000, Tullys alarm clock went off, as it did every weekday morning, at threethirty. With a groan, she smacked the snooze button, wishing just this once she could sleep for ten more minutes, and snuggled back up against Grant. She loved waking up near his arms, although she rarely woke in them. They were each too solitary to meld well, even in sleep. In the years of their on again/off again relationship, theyd been all over the world together, attended dozens of glittering parties and black-tie charity events. The press had dubbed him Tullys sometime love and she had always thought it was as apt a nickname as any. Lately, though, shed been reconsidering.

He wakened slowly, rubbed her arm. Morning, love, he said in the scratchy, raspy voice that meant hed smoked cigars last night.

Am I? she asked quietly, angling up onto one elbow.

Are you what?

He stopped just short of rolling his eyes, but the effect was the same. That talk again? Youre thirty-nine. I know. It doesnt change who we are, Tully. Lets not ruin a good thing, shall we?

He acted as if shed asked him to marry her, or knock her up; neither of which was true. She rolled out of bed and walked through her spacious apartment toward the bathroom. There, she turned on the lights.

Oh, God.

She looked like shed slept in a Dumpster. Her hair, cut short now and highlighted with blond streaks, stuck out all around her face in a way that only Annette Bening or Sharon Stone could pull off, and the bags under her eyes were carry-on-sized.

No more red-eye flights from the West Coast. She was too damned

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old to party all weekend in Los Angeles and be at work Monday morning. She hoped no one had snapped a photo of her coming home last night. Ever since John Kennedy, Jr.s tragic death, the paparazzi had been swarming. Celebrityand pseudo-celebritynews was big business.

She took a long, hot shower, washed and dried her hair, and dressed in a pair of designer sweats. By the time she emerged from the steamy room, Grant was waiting for her at the door. In his suit from last night, with his hair messy in a studied way, he looked incredibly handsome.

Lets play hooky, she said, sliding her arm around his waist.

Sorry, love. Got a flight to London in a few hours. Im to see the folks.

She nodded, unsurprised. He always found a reason to leave. Locking her door, they went to the elevator and rode down together. At their separate black town cars, parked one in front of the other on Central Park West, she kissed him goodbye and watched him leave.

She used to love the way he came and went in her life, always arriving unexpectedly and leaving before she could get bored or fall in love. In the past few months, though, she felt as lonely with him as without him.

Her uniformed driver handed her a double-shot latte. Good morning, Ms. Hart.

She took the coffee gratefully. Thanks, Hans, she said, getting into the car. Settling back, she tried not to think about Grant or her life. Instead, she stared out the tinted window at the dark streets of Manhattan. This time of day was as close as the city came to sleeping. Only the hardiest of souls were outgarbage collectors, bakers, newspaper deliverymen.

For more years than she wanted to count, shed lived this routine. Almost from her first day in New York, shed been waking up at threethirty A.M. for work. Success had only made long days longer. Since CBS had lured her over, shed had to include afternoon meetings in addition to her morning broadcasts. Fame and celebrity and money should have allowed her to slow down and enjoy her career, but the opposite had occurred. The more she got, the more she wanted, the more afraid she was of losing it, and the harder she worked. Every job that came her way, she tooknarrating a documentary on breast cancer,

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guest-hosting a super new game show, even being a judge for the Miss Universe contest. And then there were her guest appearances on Leno, Letterman, Rosie, etc. And holiday parades that needed a grand marshal. She made sure no one could forget her.

In her early thirties, it had been easy to keep up the schedule. Back then, shed been able to work long hours, sleep all afternoon, party all night, and wake up looking and feeling great. But she was approaching forty now, and she was beginning to feel tired, a little old to be running from one job to the next, and in heels, no less. More and more often when she came home from work, she curled up on her sofa and called Kate or Mrs. M. or Edna. Being seenand photographedat the It new club or at some red carpet premiere had lost its appeal. Rather, she found herself longing to be with people who really knew her, really cared.

Edna repeatedly told her that this was the deal shed made,- the life she got in exchange for all the success. But what good was success, Tully had asked over drinks last week, if there was no one to share it with you?

Edna had simply shaken her head and said, Thats why they call it sacrifice. You cant have it all.

But what if that was exactly what you wanted.- everything?

At the CBS building, she waited for her driver to open her door, then stepped out into the still-black, summer morning. She could already feel heat rising from the street,- today would be a scorcher. Somewhere nearby she could hear the thunk-wheeze of a garbage truck loading up.

She hurried to the front door and went inside, nodding to the doorman as she walked to the elevator. Upstairs, at her makeup desk, her savior was already waiting. Dressed in a too-tight red T-shirt that showed off his bulging muscles and form-fitting black leather pants, Tank put one hand on his hip and shook his head. Someone looks like shit this morning.

Youre being too hard on yourself, Tully said, easing into the chair. Shed hired Tank about five years ago to do her hair and makeup. It was a choice she regretted almost daily.

He pulled the Hermes scarf off her head and removed the dark glasses. You know I love you, honey, but you gotta quit burning the candle at both ends. And youre getting too thin again.

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Shut up and paint.

As usual, he started on her hair. While he worked, he talked. Sometimes one or the other of them would confide in the other,- it was the nature of the business they were in. Time spent together created an intimacy that didnt quite spill over into friendship. A very New York type of relationship. Today, however, Tully kept their conversation light and impersonal. She didnt want to reveal to him that she felt out of sorts. Hed jump on in and tell her how to fix her life.

By five oclock, she looked ten years younger. Youre a genius, she said, sliding out of the chair.

If you dont change your ways, missy, youre going to need a surgeon, not a makeup genius.

Thanks. She flashed him a camera-ready smile and walked away before he could say anything else.

On-set, she stared into the camera and smiled again. Here, in this fake world, she was perfect. She talked easily, laughed at her guests and co-anchors jokes, and made everyone who saw her think she could be their friend. She knew that no one in America knew how she really felt right now. No one imagined that Tallulah Hart could possibly want more than she had.

Shopping with the twins and Marah was a headache-inducing event. By the time Kate finished her last stops at Safeway, the library, the drugstore, and the fabric store, she was exhausted, and it wasnt even three oclock. All the way home the boys cried and Marah sulked. At ten, her daughter had decided that she was too big to sit in the backseat of the car with the babies, and threw a fit now on every excursion. The plan, clearly, was to wear Kate down.

Stop arguing with me, Marah, she said for at least the dozenth time since theyd left the grocery store.

Im not arguing. Im explaining. Emily gets to sit in the front seat and so does Rachel. Youre the only mom who wont

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send the grocery bags flying forward. It was worth it, since it shut Marah up. Help me carry stuff in.

Marah grabbed a single bag and went inside.

Before Kate could reprimand her, Johnny came into the garage and got a load. Kate and the boys followed him into the house.

As usual, the TV was on, too loud for Kates taste, and turned to CNN.

Ill put the boys down for their nap, Johnny said when all the bags were on the counter. Then I have good news for you.

Kate tossed him a tired smile. I could use some. Thanks.

Thirty minutes later, he came back downstairs. Kate was at the dining room table, spreading out the fabric for the last few ballet costumes she had to make. Nine down,- three to go.

Im an idiot, she said, more to herself than to him. Next time they ask for volunteers, I am not going to raise my hand.

He came up behind her, pulled her to her feet, and turned her to face him. You say that every time.

Like I said: Im an idiot. So whats my good news? Youre making dinner?

Tully called.

Thats my good news? She calls every Saturday.

Shes coming to Marahs recital, and she wants to throw her goddaughter a little surprise party.

She pulled out of his arms.

Youre not smiling, he said, frowning.

Kate was surprised at the flare of anger she felt. Dance is the only thing Marah and I do together. I was going to have a party for her here.

Oh.

She could tell her husband wanted to say more, but he was too smart to do it. He knew this wasnt his call.

Finally Kate sighed. She was being selfish and they both knew it. Marah idolized her godmother and would love a surprise party. What time will she be here?

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

On the day of the recital Marah was so nervous and excited she could barely contain her emotions. As usual, the stress of it all turned her into a pint-sized diva given to jumbo-jet-sized tantrums. Now she stood by the dining room table, one hand on her hip, dressed in faded low-rise jeans and a pink top that read Baby One More Time in rhinestones. An inch of skin showed between the bottom of her shirt and the waistband of her jeans. Where did you put my butterfly barrettes?

Hunched over the sewing machine, Kate barely glanced up. Theyre in your bathroom drawer. Top one. And youre not wearing that top out of the house.

Marahs mouth dropped open. But it was a birthday present.

Yeah, well, your Aunt Tully is an idiot.

Everyone gets to dress like this.

Youre breaking my heart. Really. Now go change. I dont have time to argue with you.

Marah sighed dramatically and stormed back upstairs.

Kate shook her head. It wasnt just the recital. Everything with Marah lately was high drama. Her daughter was either giggling and happy or flat-out pissed. Whenever Mom saw her granddaughter she

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laughed, lit up a smoke, and said, Oh, the teen years will be fun. You should start drinking before its too late.

Kate bent closer to the machine, put her foot on the pedal, and went back to work.

As it turned out, that ended up being the last time she paused for almost two hours. Then, as soon as shed finished the costumes for the dance recital, she rushed on to her other choresfinding hangers, packing the car, helping the boys brush their teeth, and breaking up fights. Thankfully Johnny took care of dinner and the dishes.

At six oclock, she herded everyone to the car and helped the boys into their car seats, then took her own seat. Have I forgotten anything?

Johnny looked at her. You have spaghetti sauce on your forehead.

She flipped down the visor and saw herself in the tiny rectangular mirror. Sure enough, she had a streak of red across her brow.

I didnt take a shower, she said, horrified.

I wondered about that, Johnny said.

She turned to him. You knew?

When I told you it was five oclock you bit my head off and told me to make dinner.

She groaned. In all the hoopla, shed forgotten to get herself ready. She was still dressed in her oldest pair of jeans, a baggy UW sweatshirt, and scuffed Adidas. I look like a bag lady.

But one who went to college.

Ignoring him, she ran out of the car, hearing Marah shriek behind her, Wear makeup, Mom!

Kate dug through her drawers, found a pair of fairly new black stirrup pants and a thigh-length black and white V-neck sweater. Were stirrup pants still in style? She didnt know. Pulling her hair into a ponytail, she anchored it with a white scrunchie, then brushed her teeth and put on mascara and blush.

Outside, a horn honked.

She grabbed a pair of black silk ankle socks and a pair of suede flats and ran back to the car.

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Were going to be late, Marah whined. Everyone else is probably already there.

Were fine, Kate said, only slightly out of breath.

They drove through town and parked at the Island Auditorium. Inside, it was pandemonium: twelve girls between the ages of seven and eleven, their harried parents, dozens of rowdy, disinterested siblings, and Miss Parker, their seventy-year-old dance instructor, who demanded strict propriety at all times and somehow managed to corral this wild bunch without ever raising her voice. Kate carried the costumes into the dressing room, where she helped the girls get ready, bobby-pinned and ponytailed and sprayed their hair, and helped them put on a few touches of mascara and lip gloss.

When she was finished, she knelt down in front of her daughter. You ready?

Did you bring the video camera?

Of course we did.

Marah grinned at that, showing off her crooked, oversized teeth. Im glad youre here, Mommy, she said.

And suddenly it was all worth it: the crazy deadline, the late nights sewing and ironing, the tired, bleeding fingers. She did it all for a split second of togetherness. Me, too.

Marah hugged her. I love you, Mommy.

Kate held her tightly, smelling the sweet, powdery scent of her. She thought in that moment how close they were to childhoods end and the start of puberty, and she held on too long. These moments were too rare already.

Marah pulled back, gave her another grin, and ran backstage with her friends. Bye!

Kate got up slowly and went out to the auditorium, where Johnny sat in the third row, center, with a son on either side of him. She searched the seats around them, looking for Tully. Is she here yet?

No. And she hasnt called, either. Maybe something came up. He grinned. Like a date with George Clooney.

Smiling, Kate took her seat beside Lucas. All around her, parents and

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grandparents filed into their seats, bringing out their video cameras as soon as they sat down.

Kates parents arrived right on time, taking their seats beside her. As always, Mom had the old black Kodak Instamatic dangling from her wrist. I thought Tully was coming, she said.

She said she was. I hope nothing happened. Kate held a seat for Tully for as long as she could and then finally let it go.

The lights flickered, and the audience fell silent. Miss Parker, dressed now in pink tights and a knee-length black ballet skirt and black leotard, walked out to center stage. She looked every inch the aging prima ballerina. Hello, there, she said in her soft, querulous voice. As you know, Im

The auditoriums back doors banged open. As one, the audience turned.

Tully stood there, looking like shed just left the Grammys. Her short blond-streaked hair gave her a gamine kind of beauty that made her smile look even bigger. She wore a stunning forest-green silk dress that hung from one shoulder and nipped in at her still-small waist.

Whispers overtook the audience. Tallulab Hart… even prettier in person… . No one was listening to Miss Parkers introduction.

How does she stay looking so good? Mom asked, leaning close.

Plastic surgery and a battalion of makeup artists.

Mom laughed at that and squeezed her hand as if to remind Kate that she was just as pretty.

Waving at the Mularkeys, Tully walked to an empty aisle seat in the front row and sat down.

The house lights dimmed and Maggie Levine, dressed as the blue fairy, danced onstage. Her sister, Cleo, and the rest of the girls followed, pirouetting and prancing in what was supposed to be unison. The little ones watched the more experienced dancers intently, executing every movement a second too late.

The gawkiness only made it more magical. It was all Kate could do not to cry,- then Johnny reached over Lucas and held her hand just as

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Marah twirled onstage. Halfway through her routine she saw Tully and stopped right in the middle of the stage, waving wildly.

Laughter rippled through the audience when Tully waved back.

When the performance was over, the applause was enthusiastic. The girls took several curtain calls, then giggled and ran for their families.

Marah headed straight for her godmother. She launched herself off the stage and landed in Tullys arms. A crowd formed around them, people wanting autographs and introductions. All the while, Marah beamed with pride.

When the swarm dissipated, Tully headed for the family, hugging them each in turn. She slung an arm around Kates shoulder and used her other hand to hold on to Marah. I have a surprise for my goddaughter, she said loudly.

Marah giggled and jumped up and down. What is it?

Youll see, Tully said, winking at Kate. In a pack, the family moved up the aisle and went outside.

There, parked at the curb, was a pink stretch limousine.

Marah screamed.

Kate turned to Tully. Are you kidding me?

Isnt it cool? You wouldnt believe how hard it was to find. Come on, get in, everyone. She opened the door and they all piled into the plush black interior. Tiny red and blue lights illuminated the ceiling.

Marah snuggled close to Tully, held her hand. This is the best surprise ever, she said. Did you think I was good?

You were perfect, Tully said.

They stayed in the car for the entire ferry ride,- not once did Marah stop talking to Tully.

On the Seattle side, the car started up again and they were driven around the city as if they were tourists on vacation, then they pulled into a brightly lit porte cochere, where a hotel doorman came out to greet them. He opened the door and bent down. And which of you lovely ladies is Marah Rose?

Marah instantly raised her hand, giggling. I am.

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He pulled a single pink rose from behind his back and handed it to her.

Marah looked awestruck. Wow.

Say thank you, Marah, Kate said more sharply than shed intended.

Marah threw her an irritated look. Thank you.

Tully led them into the hotel. On the top floor, she opened the door to a gigantic suite where all kinds of kid-type play stations had been set upbouncing rooms and virtual boxing and miniature bumper cars. All the girls from the recital were already there with their families. In the center of the room was a white-draped table. On it was a huge tiered pink cake adorned with tiny frosted ballerinas.

Aunt Tully, Marah screamed, hugging her. This is awesome. I love you.

I love you, too, princess. Now go play with your friends.

Everyone stood there for a moment, stunned. Johnny recovered first. Carrying William, he sidled up to Tully. This is not spoiling her?

I wanted to get a pony, but I thought that would be over the top.

Mom laughed. Dad shook his head. Come on, Margie, Johnny, he finally said. Lets check out the bar.

When Kate and Tully were alone, Kate said, You sure know how to make an entrance. Marah will be talking about this for years.

Too much? Tully asked.

Perhaps just a bit.

Tully gave her a bright smile, but it wasnt the real thing. Kate instantly recognized the pretense. Whats wrong?

Before Tully could answer, Marah came bouncing back, her little face shining with joy. We all want a picture with you, Aunt Tully.

Kate stood there, watching her daughter practically swoon over her godmother. Although she hated to admit it, she felt a pinch of jealousy. This was supposed to have been their night,- hers and Marahs.

Tully sat in the limousine, with Marahs head in her lap, stroking her goddaughters silky black hair.

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Across from them, Kate slept against Johnny, who also had his eyes closed. A small boy lay tucked alongside each of them. They looked like the Hallmark version of family perfection.

The limousine turned onto the beach road.

Tully kissed Marahs soft pink cheek. Were almost home, princess.

Marah blinked slowly awake. I love you, Aunt Tully.

Tullys heart closed like a fist around those words, and she felt a swell of almost painful emotion. She used to think that success was like gold, worth sifting through mud for, and that love would always be there, waiting somehow on the riverbanks for her when she was done panning. She couldnt imagine now why shed thought that, given her background. She ought to have recognized loves scarcity early on. If success were gold, lying in rivers, love was a diamond, buried hundreds of feet beneath the surface of the earth and unrecognizable in its natural form. No wonder it touched her so deeply to hear those words from Marah. Theyd been so rare in her life. I love you, too, Marah Rose.

The limo pulled into the driveway, tires crunching on gravel, and parked. It took forever for the family to get out of the car, walk into the house. They all immediately headed upstairs.

Tully stood in the empty living room, unsure of what to do. The floorboards creaked. Shed tried to merge into the lane of their nighttime routine, but she kept getting in the way, so finally she gave up.

Kate came down the stairs at last, sighing tiredly, holding a pile of afghans in her arms. Okay, Tully. Whats going on?

What do you mean?

Kate grabbed her arm and led her through the toy-strewn house. At the kitchen, Kate paused just long enough to pour two glasses of white wine and then they went outside to the chairs positioned in the grass. The quiet gurgling noise of the waves took Tully back more than twenty years, to those nights they used to sneak out and sit by the river, talking about boys and sharing smokes.

Tully sat down in one of the weathered Adirondack chairs and spread the knitted blanket over her. After all these years and no doubt

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countless washings, it still smelled of Mrs. M.s menthol cigarettes and perfume.

Kate drew up her blanketed knees and rested her chin on the bumpy summit, then looked at Tully. Talk, she said.

What should we talk about?

How long have we been best friends?

Since David Cassidy was groovy.

And you think I cant tell when somethings wrong?

Tully sat back, sipping her wine. The truth was that she wanted to talk about thisit was, after all, part of the reason shed flown all the way across the countryand yet, now that she was here with her best friend again, she didnt know how to start. Worse than that, she felt like an idiot complaining about what was missing in her life. She had so much.

I thought you were crazy to give up your career. For four years, every time I called you Marah was screaming in the background. I kept thinking Id kill myself if that were my life, but you sounded frustrated and pissed off and amazingly happy. I could never quite get it.

Someday youll know what its like.

No, I wont. Im almost forty, Kate. She finally looked at Kate. I guess I was the crazy one, wanting nothing but the career.

Its a hell of a career.

Yeah. But sometimes … its not enough. I know thats a greedy thing to say, but Im tired of working eighteen hours a day and coming home to an empty house.

You can change your life, you know. But you have to really want to.

Thank you, Obi-Wan.

Kate stared out at the waves slapping the shore. In the tabloids last week there was a sixty-year-old woman who gave birth.

Tully laughed. You are such a bitch.

I know. Now come on, poor little mega-rich girl, Ill show you to your room.

Im going to be sorry I complained, arent I?

Oh, yeah.

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They walked through the darkened house. At the guest bedroom door, Kate turned to her. No more spoiling Marah, okay? She already thinks you hung the moon.

Come on, Katie. I made more than two million dollars last year, what am I supposed to do with it all?

Give it to charity. Just no more pink limos, okay?

You are no fun whatsoever, you know that?

It wasnt until much later, when Tully lay on the bumpy, sagging mattress of the hide-a-bed, staring out the window at the Big Dipper, that she realized she hadnt asked Kate about her own life.

Kate stared at the calendar that hung on the wall by her refrigerator. It seemed impossible to believe that time was passing so quickly, but the proof was right there in front of her. It was November of 2002, and the past fourteen months had changed the world. In September of last year terrorists had flown airplanes into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, killing thousands. Another plane had been hijacked and ultimately crashed, leaving no survivors. Car and suicide bombers had become part of the nightly news,- the search for weapons of mass destruction had begun. Words like Al-Qaeda and Taliban and Pakistan came up in every conversation, were repeated on every broadcast.

Fear changed everyone and everything, and yet, as always, life went on. Hour by hour, day by day, while politicians and military personnel were looking for bombs and terrorists, and while the Justice Department was tearing down Enrons papery walls, families went on with their ordinary lives. Kate continued to run her errands and raise her children and love her husband. If she held on to all of them a little more

tightly and kept them closer to home, everyone understood: the world wasnt as safe as it had been before.

Now Thanksgiving was a week away and Christmas lurked just around the corner.

It was the holiday season, the time of year that turned women into card-carrying split personalities. Torn between the joy of the season

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and the amount of work that joy required, Kate often had trouble slowing down, remembering to savor the precious moments. There was baking to dofor the school parties, for the ballet bake sale, for donations at Helper Houseand shopping, of course. As magical as Bainbridge Island was, when it came time to do serious gift-combing, one was reminded forcibly that this was a body of land surrounded by water. Thus, malls and department stores were far away. She felt like a mountain climber sometimes, setting out for a vertical ascent without oxygen,- the summit was Nordstrom. When you had three kids, it took time to pick out their presents, and time was in short supply.

Now, as Kate sat in the drivers seat of her car, parked in the first position in the carpool lane, she began her Christmas list. Shed only gotten a few items down when the bell rang and kids poured out of the middle school.

Marah usually came out of the brick building in a clot of girls. Like killer whales, preteen girls traveled in pods. But today she was alone, walking fast, with her head down and her arms crossed tightly.

Kate knew something was wrong. The question was: how bad was it? Her daughter was twelve years old. That meant hormones were boiling through her body, turning her emotions into a witchs cauldron. Everything was big drama these days.

Hey, Kate said tentatively, knowing one wrong word could cause a fight.

Hey. Marah climbed into the front passenger seat and reached for he seatbelt, clicking it into place. Where are the brats?

Evans birthday party. Daddys going to pick them up on his way home.

Oh.

Kate pulled out of the parking lane and merged into the stop-and-go traffic on Sportsmans Club Road. All the way home she tried to begin a conversation, but all her pitches turned out to be strikes. At best Marah offered a one-word answer, at worst an eye roll or a dramatic sigh. When they pulled into the garage, Kate gave it one more try. Im making cookies for the boys Thanksgiving party tomorrow. You want to help me?

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Marah finally looked at her. Those pumpkin-shaped ones with the orange frosting and green sprinkles?

For a split second her daughter looked like a little girl again, her dark eyes wide with hope, her lips curving into a hesitant smile. Years worth of parties were between them now, a net of shared memories.

Of course, Kate said.

I love those cookies.

Kate had counted on that. Remember the year Mrs. Norman brought the same kind and you were so mad you made everyone try both just to prove that ours were better?

Marah finally smiled. Mr. Robbins got really mad at me. I had to help him clean up after the party.

Emily stayed to help you.

Marahs smile faded. Yeah.

So, you want to help me?

Sure.

Kate took care not to react too sharply to that. Although she wanted to grin and say how happy she was, she simply nodded and followed her daughter into the house and then into the kitchen. Shed learned a few things in the last turbulent year about dealing with preteen girls. While they were virtual roller coasters of emotion, you needed to be calm, always.

For the next three hours they worked side by side in the big country-style kitchen. Kate reminded her daughter how to sift ingredients together and showed her how to grease a cookie sheet the oldfashioned way. They talked about little things, this and that,- nothing important. Kate was gauging the scene like a hunter. Instinctively, she knew when the time was right. Theyd just frosted the last of the cookies and were stacking the dirty dishes by the sink when Kate said, You want to make another batch? We could take them over to Ashleys house.

Marah went very still. No, she said in a voice almost too quiet to be heard.

But Ash loves them. Remember when

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She hates me, Marah said, and just like that the floodgates opened. Tears gathered in her eyes.

Did you two have a fight?

I dont know.

How can you not know?

I just dont, okay? Marah burst into tears and turned away.

Kate lunged for her daughter, grabbed her sleeve, and pulled her into a fierce hug. Im right here, Marah, she whispered.

Marah hugged her tightly. I dont know what I did wrong, she wailed, sobbing.

Sshh, Kate murmured, stroking her daughters hair as if she were still little. When Marahs crying finally subsided, Kate drew back just enough to look down at her. Sometimes life is

Behind them the door banged open. The twins burst into the house, yelling at each other, making their toy dinosaurs fight. Johnny came in after them, chasing them down. William bumped into an end table, upsetting a glass of water that shouldnt have been left there. The sound of shattering glass rang through the room.

Uh-oh, William said, looking up at Kate.

Lucas laughed. Wil-lies in trouble, he chanted.

Marah wrenched free, and ran upstairs, slamming the door shut behind her.

Lucas/Johnny said. Stop teasing your brother. And stay back from the glass on the floor.

Kate sighed and reached for a towel.

The next day, Kate pulled into the school drive-through lane just three minutes before the lunch bell rang. Parking illegally, she hurried into the office, signed Marah out for the day, and then walked down to her classroom. Last night, after the moment of conversation and connection between them, Marah had shut Kate out again. No amount of prompting could restart the engine, and so Kate had had to formulate plan B. A surprise attack.

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Peering through the rectangular glass window, she knocked once, saw the teacher wave at her, and went inside.

Most of the kids smiled at her and said hello. That was one of the benefits of constant volunteering: everyone knew you. All the kids looked happy to see heror at least happy for this disruption in class.

All the kids except one.

Marahs face wore the what-are-you-doing-at-school-embarrassingme grimace. Kate was more than familiar with it. She knew the middle school rules: parents should be invisible.

The bell rang and the kids ran from the room, talking loudly.

When they were alone, Kate went to Marah.

What are you doing here?

Youll see. Get your things. Were leaving.

Marah stared up at her, obviously assessing the situation from every possible social angle. Okay. Ill meet you at the car, okay?

Ordinarily Kate would make a comment about that and force Marah to walk out with her, but her daughter was emotionally fragile right now. That was why Kate was here. Okay.

The easy victory surprised Marah. Kate smiled at her, touched her shoulder. See you in a minute.

Actually, it took a bit longer than that, but not much. In no time, Marah was in the passenger seat, buckling up. Where are we going? 

Well, first were going out to lunch.

You got me out of school to have lunch?

And something else. A surprise. Kate drove to the diner-style restaurant that was next door to the brand-new multiplex theater on the island.

Im going to have a cheeseburger, fries, and a strawberry milkshake, Kate said when they were seated.

Me, too.

After the waitress took their orders and left, Kate looked at her daughter. Slouched down in the blue vinyl seat, she looked thin and angular, a girl bursting into adolescence. Her black hair, messy and unkempt now, would someday be a crowning glory, and her brown eyes revealed every nuance of emotion she felt. Now she looked bereft.

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The waitress delivered their shakes. Kate took a sip. It was probably her first ice-cream product since the twins birth and it tasted like Heaven. Ashley still being mean to you? she finally said.

She hates me. I dont even know what I did to her.

Kate had been thinking a lot about what to say how to handle this first heartbreak. Like all mothers, she would do anything in the world to keep her daughter safe and whole, but some dangers couldnt be fully protected against, they could only be experienced and then understood. That was one of the many lessons this country had learned this year, and even though some things had changed for them all, some things had stayed the same.

In fifth grade, I had two very best friends. For years, we did everything togethershowed our horses at the fair, had slumber parties, hung out at the lake in the summer. Grandma called us the three horseketeers. And then one summer, when I was almost fourteen, they stopped liking me. I still dont know why. They started hanging around with boys and went to parties and they never called me again. Every day I went to school and sat on the bus by myself and ate lunch by myself, and every night I cried before I went to sleep.

Really?

Kate nodded. I can still remember how much it hurt my feelings.

What happened?

Well, when I was at my very most miserableand I mean miserable, you should have seen me with my braces and dork-o-rama glasses-

Marah giggled.

I got up and went to school.

And?

And Aunt Tully was waiting at the bus stop. She was the coolestlooking girl Id ever seen. I figured shed never want to be friends with me. But you know what I found out?

What?

Inside, where it counts, she was as scared and lonely as I was. We became best friends that year. Real friends. The kind that dont purposely hurt your feelings or stop liking you for no reason.

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How do you make friends like that?

Thats the hard part, Marah. To make real friends you have to put yourself out there. Sometimes people will let you downgirls can be really mean to each otherbut you cant let that stop you. If you get hurt, you just pick yourself up, dust off your feelings, and try again. Somewhere in your class is the girl who will be friends with you all through high school. I promise. You just have to find her.

Marah frowned at that, thinking.

The waitress delivered their meals, left the bill, and walked away.

Before she took a bite of her cheeseburger, Marah said, Emilys nice.

Kate had hoped Marah would remember that. She and Emily had been inseparable in grade school but had drifted apart in recent years. Yes, she is.

Kate saw her daughter finally smile, and it lit Kate up inside, that tiny change. They talked about little things through lunch, mostly fashions, about which Marah already obsessed and Kate knew next to nothing. When shed paid the bill and they were ready to leave, Kate said, Theres one more thing. She reached into her handbag and pulled out a small wrapped package. This is for you.

Marah tore off the shimmery paper, revealing the paperback book that had been beneath it.

The Hobbit, Marah said, looking up.

In that year when I had no friends, I wasnt completely alone. I had books to keep me company, and that is the start of one of my favorite stories of all time. I must have read The Lord oj the Rings ten times in my life. I dont think youre quite ready for The Hobbit yet, but someday soon, maybe in a few years, something will happen to hurt your feelings again. Maybe youll feel alone with your sadness, not ready to share it with me or Daddy, and if that happens, youll remember this book on your nightstand. You can read it then, let it take you away. It sounds silly, but it really helped me when I was thirteen.

Marah looked slightly confused by the receipt of a gift she was too young to enjoy, but she said, Thank you, anyway.

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Kate stared at her daughter for just a moment longer, feeling a pinch in her chest. It was going by so fast, these baby/little girl years were almost gone.

I love you, Mommy, Marah said.

To the world at large, perhaps this was an ordinary moment in an ordinary day, but to Kate it was extraordinary. This was the reason shed chosen to stay home instead of work. She judged the meaning of her life in nanoseconds, perhaps, but she wouldnt trade this instant for anything. I love you, too. Thats why were playing hooky for the rest of the day. Were going to go to a matinee of Harry Potter and the Chamber oj Secrets.

Marah slid out of the booth, grinning. Youre the best mommy ever.

Kate laughed. I just hope you remember that when youre a teenager.

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Tully remembered the years by the stories she covered. In 2002, she vacationed in Europe, St. Barts, and Thailand. She went to the Oscars, won an Emmy, graced the cover of People magazine, and redecorated her apartment, but none of that stayed with her. What she remembered were the stories. Shed covered the launch of Operation Anaconda against the Taliban, the escalating violence in the region, the trial of Milosevic for crimes against humanity, and the start of the war against Iraq.

By the spring of 2003, she was exhausted, worn down by the violence. When she finally returned home, it wasnt much better. Everywhere she went she was in a crowd, and nowhere did she feel more isolated than in a group of people who fawned over her, and sucked up to her, but didnt really know her.

Although no one who watched her on television would notice it, she was quietly coming undone. Grant hadnt called her in almost four months, and the last time theyd spoken before that it hadnt gone well.

I just dont want what you want, love, hed said, not even bothering to look sad when he said it.

And what is that? shed snapped back, surprised to feel tears sting her eyes.

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What you always want: more.

It shouldnt have surprised her. God knew shed heard the same thing often enough in her life. She could even admit the truth of it. She did want more lately. She wanted a real life, not this perfect, glittery cotton candy one shed created for herself.

But she had no real idea how to go about starting over at her age. She loved her job too much to give it up,- besides, shed been famous and rich for so long that she couldnt imagine being ordinary again.

Now, beneath a surprisingly warm sun, she walked down the busy streets of Manhattan, watching the fast-moving locals dodging between brightly dressed tourists. Today was the first sunny day after a long snowy winter, and nothing changed the mood of New York like the sun. People poured out of their boxy apartments, put on their walking shoes, and went outside. To her right, Central Park was a green oasis. For a moment, when she looked at it, she saw her own past: the Quad at UW,- kids running around, throwing Frisbees, playing hacky sack. It had been twenty years since shed left the campus for the last time. So much life had happened in those years, but right now it all felt as close as her own shadow.

Smiling, she shook her head to clear it. Shed have to call Katie tonight and tell her about this senior moment.

She was just about to start walking again when she saw him.

Down a low green hillside, standing on the paved path, watching two teenage girls roller-skate around him.

Chad.

It was the first time shed said his name aloud in years and it tasted as sweet as almond liquor. Just the sight of him peeled back the carapace of years and made her feel young again.

She walked down to the start of the path and turned toward him. A huge tree spread out above her like an umbrella, blocking out the sunlight, making her instantly cold.

What would she say to him after all these years? What would he say to her? The last time theyd been together hed asked her to marry him,- theyd never seen each other again. Hed known her so well then,

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enough that he hadnt stuck around to be told no. But theyd loved each other. With the wisdom of time and the passing of years, she knew that. She knew, too, that love didnt evaporate. It faded, perhaps, lost its weight like bones left out in the sun, but it didnt go away.

It occurred to her suddenly, sharply, that she wanted to be in love. Like Johnny and Kate. She wanted not to feel so damned alone in the world.

She faltered only once as she walked toward him. Out of the shadows and into the sunlight.

And there he was, standing in front of her, the man shed never quite been able to evict from her dreams. She said his name aloud, too quietly for him to hear.

He looked up and saw her, his smile fading slowly. Tully?

She saw his mouth move and felt him say her name, but just then a dog barked and a pair of skateboarders rumbled past her.

And then he was moving toward her. It was like every movie shed ever seen, every dream shed ever had. He pulled her into his arms and held her.

Too soon, though, he let go of her and stepped back. I knew Id see you again.

You always had more faith than I did.

Almost everyone does, he said, smiling. So how are you?

Im on CBS. 1 do

Believe me, he said gently, I know. Im proud of you, Tully. I always knew youd get to the top. He studied her for a long time, then said, Hows Katie?

She married Johnny. I hardly see them lately.

Ah, he said, nodding as if a question had been answered.

She felt exposed by his glance. Ah, what?

Youre lonely. The world isnt enough after all.

She frowned up at him. They were standing so close that the merest move would be a kiss, but she couldnt imagine crossing that small distance. He looked younger than she remembered, more handsome. How do you do that? she whispered.

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Do what?

Dad, watch this!

As if from far away, Tully heard the girls voice. She turned slowly around, saw two young women roller-skating toward them. Shed been wrong before,- they were older than teenagers. One was the spitting image of Chadsharp features, black hair, eyes that crinkled when she smiled.

But it was the other woman who held her attention. Maybe thirty, thirty-five, with a bright smile and a ready laugh. She wore the colors of a tourist: brand-new jeans, thick pink cable-knit sweater, aqua-blue hat and gloves.

My daughter. Shes in grad school at NYU, Chad said. And Clarissa. The woman I live with.

You still live in Nashville? It was like rolling a log uphill, pushing those words out. The last thing she wanted was to make ordinary conversation with him. Still teaching bright-eyed believers about the news?

He took her by the shoulders, turned her to face him. You didnt want me, Tully, he said, and this time she heard the gruffness of deep emotion in his voice. I was ready to love you forever, but

Dont. Please.

He touched her cheek in a fleeting, almost desperate caress.

I should have come to Tennessee with you, she said.

He shook his head. You have big dreams. That was one of the things I loved most about you.

Loved, she said, knowing it was foolish to be hurt.

Some things just dont happen.

She nodded. Especially when youre too afraid to let them.

He took her in his arms again and held her with more passion in that instant than Grant had tendered in years. She waited for a kiss that never came. Instead, he let her go, then took her arm and walked her back up to the road.

In the sudden coldness of shade, she shivered and leaned against him. Give me some advice, Wiley. I seem to have screwed up my life.

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Out on the sunny sidewalk, he faced her again. Youre successful beyond your wildest dreams and it still isnt enough.

She winced at the look in his eyes. I guess I should have stopped to smell a few of those flowers. Hell, I didnt even see them.

Youre not alone, Tully. Everyone has people in their life. A family.

I guess youve forgotten Cloud.

Or maybe you have.

What do you mean?

He glanced down to the park, where his daughter was holding hands with his girlfriend,- one was teaching the other to skate backward. I lost a lot of years with my daughter. One day I just decided it had been too long and I went to find her.

You always were an optimist.

Thats the funny thing. So were you. He leaned down, kissed her on the cheek, and drew back. Keep lighting the world on fire, Tully, he said, and then walked away.

They were almost the exact same words hed written to her all those years ago. She hadnt recognized the sad desperation in them when they were letters on a piece of paper. Now she saw the truth: they were both an encouragement and an indictment. What good did it do to light the world on fire if she had to watch the glow alone?

If there was one thing Tully had always done well, it was to ignore unpleasantness. For most of her life shed been able to box up bad memories or disappointments and store them deep in the back of her mind, in a place so dark they couldnt be seen. Sure, she dreamed about the bad times, and woke occasionally in a cold sweat with memories on the oily surface of consciousness, but when daylight came, she pushed those thoughts back into their hiding place and found it easy to forget.

But now, for the first time, shed found something she could neither file away in the darkness nor forget.

Chad. Seeing him like that, standing there in her adopted city, had

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shaken her to the core. She couldnt seem to dislodge the memory There was so much she hadnt said to him, hadnt asked.

In the three months since theyd run into each other, she found herself remembering every detail, going over the seconds like a forensic scientist, looking for clues to the meaning of it all. He became a kind of marker for everything shed given up for this life of hers. The road she hadnt taken.

And even worse than all of that was the memory of what hed said about Cloud. Youre not alone, Tully. Everyone has a family. Those werent precisely the words, but they were close enough. The gist of it.

Like a cancerous cell, the idea replicated in her mind and grew. She found herself thinking of Cloud, really thinking. She focused on the times her mother came back for her instead of the times she left. It was

dangerous, Tully knew, to hang on to the positive when so much negative existed, and yet, she wondered suddenly if that had been her mistake. Had she been so intent on hating her mother, on shelving and forgetting the disappointments, that shed missed the meaning of Clouds

many returns?

The thought of that, the hope of it, wouldnt fit in her box, wouldnt remain in the dark.

Finally, she quit running from the idea and sat down and studied it. That had led her to this strange and frightening journey. She had taken two weeks off of work, called it a vacation, packed a suitcase, and boarded a plane heading west.

A little less than eight hours after she left Manhattan, she was on Bainbridge Island, pulling up to the Ryan house in a sleek black limousine.

Now Tully stood in the driveway, listening to the car drive away, tires crunching on gravel. From beyond the house, in the backyard, she could hear waves washing onto the pea-gravel beach. That meant the tide was coming in. On this beautiful sunny early summer afternoon, the oldfashioned farmhouse looked like something out of a photo album of the Good Life. A fresh coat of stain made the shingles look like caramel and the white, glossy trim caught the sunlight and kept it.

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Flowers ran riot through the yard, creating bursts of color everywhere she looked. Toys and bikes lay scattered about, reminding her sharply of the old days, back when theyd been the Firefly Lane girls. Their bikes had been magic carpets to another world.

Come on, Katie. Let go.

Tully smiled. She hadnt thought about that summer in years. 1974. The beginning of it all. Meeting Kate had changed her life, and all because theyd dared to reach out for each other, dared to say, J want to be your friend.

She walked up the weed-veined concrete path to the front door. Even before she got to the stoop, she could hear the noise coming from within. It didnt surprise her. According to Kate, the first half of 2003 had been wild and crazy. Marah hadnt eased into the teen years,- shed lurched. And the boys had gone from loud, into-everything toddlers to louder, even more destructive five-year-olds. Every time Tully called, it seemed, Kate was driving someone somewhere.

Tully rang the doorbell. Normally, of course, shed just walk in, but normally, shed be expected. This trip had been so spur-of-the-moment that she hadnt called ahead. To be honest, she hadnt really expected to make it. Shed thought shed chicken out along the way. But here she was.

The sound of footsteps shook the old house. Then the door opened and Marah stood there. Aunt Tully! she shrieked, launching herself forward.

Tully caught her goddaughter and held her tightly. When they drew apart, she stared at the girl in front of her, a little nonplussed. It had been only seven or eight months since shed seen Maraha blip of timeand yet the girl in front of her was a stranger. A near-woman, Marah was taller than Tully, with milky pale skin, penetrating brown eyes, lush black hair that fell in a waterfall down her back, and cheekbones to die for. Marah Rose, she said. Youre all grown up. And youre gorgeous. Have you tried modeling?

Marahs smile made her even more breathtakingly beautiful. Really? My mom thinks Im a baby.

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Tully laughed. You, my dear, are no baby. Before she could say more, Johnny came down the stairs, holding a squirming boy in each arm. Halfway down, he saw her and stopped. Then he smiled. You shouldnt have let her in, Marah. Shes got a suitcase.

Tully laughed and closed the door behind her.

Katie, Johnny yelled up the stairs. You better come down here. You wont believe who has come to visit. He put the boys down on the floor at the base of the steps and went to Tully, drawing her into his arms. She couldnt help thinking how good it felt simply to be held. It had been a long time.

Tully! Kates voice rose above the other sounds in the room as she hurried down the stairs and pulled Tully into a hug. When Kate drew back, she was smiling.

Now, what in the hell are you doing here? Dont you know I need notice for one of your trips? Now youll give me crap about the haircut I need and the foil I missed.

Dont forget the makeup you dont have on. But I could give you a makeover. Im good at that. Its a gift.

The past enveloped them, made them laugh.

Kate linked arms with Tully and led her to the sofa. There, with her suitcase positioned at the door like a bodyguard, they spent at least an hour catching up on each others lives. At around three oclock they moved their little party to the backyard, where the boys and Marah competed with Kate for Tullys attention. When darkness began to fall, Johnny fired up the barbeque, and on a picnic table in the grass, beneath a dome of stars and beside the placid Sound, Tully had her first home-cooked meal in months. Afterward, they played a rousing game of Candy Land with the boys. While Kate and Johnny were upstairs putting the twins to bed, Tully sat out in the backyard with Marah, each wrapped against the nights chill in yet another of Mrs. Mularkeys famous afghans.

Whats it like to be famous?

Tully hadnt really thought about that in years,- shed simply taken it for granted. Its pretty great, actually. You always get the best tables,

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get into all the best places,- people give you free stuff all the time. Everyone waits for you. And since Im a journalist instead of a movie star, the paparazzi leave me alone for the most part.

Parties?

Tully smiled. Its been a while since I cared about parties, but yeah, I get invited to a lot of them. And dont forget the clothes. Designers send me dresses all the time. All I have to do is wear them.

Wow, Marah said. That is so totally cool.

Behind them, a screen door screeched open and banged closed. There was the sound of somethinga table, maybebeing dragged across the deck. Then the music started. Jimmy Buffet, Margaritaville.

You know what that means, Kate said, appearing beside them with two margaritas.

Marah immediately whined, Im old enough to stay up. Besides, theres no school tomorrow. Its a teacher contract day.

Bedtime, little one, Kate said, bending down to offer Tully a drink.

Marah looked at Tully as if to say, See? I told you she thinks Im a baby. Tully couldnt help laughing. Your mom and I were once in a hurry to grow up, too. We used to sneak out of the house and steal my mothers

Tully, Kate said sharply. The old stories wont interest her.

My mom sneaked out of the house? What did Grandma do?

She put her on restriction for life. And made her wear clothes from the sale rack at Fred Meyer, Tully answered.

Marah shuddered at the thought.

Polyester, Kate added. For an entire summer I was afraid to be near open flames.

You two are lying to me, Marah said, crossing her arms.

Us? Lie? Never, Tully said, taking a sip of her drink.

Marah got out of her chair, gave them a long-suffering sigh, and headed back into the house. As soon as the door banged shut, Tully and Kate laughed.

Tell me we werent like that, Tully said.

My mom swears I was. You were little Miss Perfect around her. Until you got us arrested, that is.

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The first chink in the armor.

Laughing, Kate sat down in the Adirondack chair beside her, wrapping herself in one of her moms afghans.

Tully hadnt realized how tense shed been, how tight her neck and shoulders had become, until that moment, when she began to relax. As always, Kate was her safety net, her security blanket. With her best friend beside her, she could finally trust herself. She leaned back in her chair and stared up at the night sky. Shed never been one of those people who felt insignificant beneath the heavens, but suddenly she understood why some people did,- it was a matter of perspective. Shed spent so much of her life in a rush for the finish line that shed been left out of breath. If shed paid a little more attention to the scenery and a little less to the goal line, she might not be here now, a forty-two-yearold single woman searching for the tattered remnant of a family.

So, are you going to make me ask? Kate finally said.

There was no point in hiding the truth, although she had an almost instinctive need to do just that. The music changed to ABBA, Knowing Me, Knowing You. I saw Chad, she said quietly.

A few months ago, right? In Central Park?

Yeah.

And seeing him then made you jump on a plane and fly out to see me now. I completely understand.

Before Tully could answer, the door opened behind them again and Johnny walked out, holding a beer. Dragging another chair over to where they were, he sat down. The three of them formed a ragged semicircle in the grassy yard and faced the dark Sound. Moonlight illuminated the waves that lapped against the sand. Has she told you yet?

What are you two, telepaths? Tully said. I was just getting started.

Actually, Kate said, she reminded me that she saw Chad a couple of months ago.

Ah, Johnny said, nodding as if that explained Tullys unexpected cross-country trip.

What does that mean, ah? she asked, irritated suddenly. It was exactly what Chad had done.

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Hes your Moby-Dick, Johnny answered.

Tully gave him a look. I never said a thing about his dick.

Come on, Tully, Kate said, putting her hand on her husbands arm. Whats the matter?

She looked at both of them, sitting so close together, a wife and husband who still laughed together and touched each other after so many years of marriage, and her chest felt tight with longing. Im tired of being alone, she finally said. Shed held the words back so long that when they finally came out they sounded worn, as polished as beach stones.

What about Grant? Johnny asked.

I thought you said Chad lived with a woman, Kate said, leaning forward.

This isnt really about Chad. I mean, it is, but not in the way you think. He pointed out that I have a family, Tully said.

Kate drew back. You mean Cloud?

Shes my mother.

Biologically speaking. A reptile is a better parent, and they bury their eggs and leave.

I know youre only trying to protect me, Kate, but its easy for you to discount her. You have a family.

She hurts you every time you see her.

But she kept coming back. Maybe that meant something.

She kept leaving, too, Kate said gently. And each time it broke your heart.

Im stronger now.

What are you two actually saying? Its like youre speaking in code, Johnny said.

I want to go find her. Ive got her last known addressI send money every month. I thought maybe if I could get her into a treatment program wed have a chance.

Shes been in treatment a lot, Kate pointed out.

I know, but never with support. Maybe thats all she needed.

Im hearing a lot of maybes, Kate said.

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its crazy and it probably wont work and no doubt Ill end up sobbing or drinking or both, but Im tired of being so damned alone and I dont have a lover or kids to count on. What I do have is a mother, as flawed as she is. And Katie, I want you to come help me find her. It shouldnt take more than a few days.

Kate looked completely taken aback by that. What?

I want to find her. I cant do it alone.

But … I cant just leave for a few days. The elementary school carnival is tomorrow. Im the games chairman. I have to be there to run the games and distribute the prizes.

Tullys breath came out in a rush of disappointment. Oh. Well. What about this weekend?

Im sorry, Tul. Really. Mom and I are running the church food drive on Saturday and Sunday. If I didnt show up it would be a real mess. On Monday and Tuesday Im volunteering at the Parks and Rec Department, but maybe I could go with you for a few days at the end of next week.

If I wait I wont go, Tully said, trying to gather the courage to do it alone. I guess I can go by myself. I was just worried

You should go with a crew, Johnny said.

Tully looked at him. What do you mean?

You know, film it. Youre a big star with a poor-little-rich-girl story. I dont mean to sound insensitive, but your viewers would love to go on this journey with you. My boss would skip on tacks to air it.

Tully turned the unexpected idea around in her head. It was dangerous for her, certainly,- she could be humiliated by her mother. Then again, she could be triumphant, too. A motherdaughter reunion would be TV gold. It surprised her, frankly, that she hadnt thought of it herself. An intimate portrait like this could make her Q ratingher recognition factorskyrocket. Was it worth the risk?

What she needed was a producer who cared about her.

She looked at Johnny. Come with me, she said, angling toward him. Be my producer.

Kate sat up straighten What?

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Please, Johnny, Tully pleaded. I need you if this is going to happen.

I wouldnt trust anyone else. Itll give you national exposure. Ill call your boss. Fred and I are friends from way back. And like you said, hed kill for an exclusive on it.

Johnny looked at his wife. Katie?

Tully held her breath, waiting for her friends answer.

Its up to you, Johnny, Kate said at last, though she didnt look happy about it.

Johnny sat back. Ill talk to Fred. Assuming hes on board, well get started tomorrow. Ill call Bob Davies to run the camera. He grinned. Itll be nice to get out of the station for a few days, anyway.

Tully laughed. Thats great.

The screen door banged open,- Marah rushed out into the yard. Can I go with you, Daddy? Theres no school tomorrow, and you said you wanted me to see you work sometime.

Tully took Marahs hand, pulled her goddaughter down into her lap. Thats a fantastic idea. That way youll get to see what a great producer your dad is and your mom wont have to worry about you while shes volunteering at school.

Beside her, Kate groaned.

She turned to her best friend. Its okay, isnt it, Katie? Its just a few days. And besides, it will show Marah how lucky she is to have you for a mom. Ill have her back in time for school on Monday. I promise.

Johnny stood up and flipped his cell phone open. Punching in numbers, he walked into the house. His voice started strong and trailed away as he went inside. Fred? Johnny here. Sorry to bother you, but …

Kate? Tully said, leaning close. Tell me its okay.

Her best friends smile was slow in coming. Sure, Tully. Take my whole family if you want.

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You always get hurt by her, Kate said, hours later, when the lights of Seattle, shimmering between the black Sound and the starless sky, had begun to darken.

Tully sighed, staring at the foamy rope of water breaking along the shore. It was barely visible. Finishing her third margarita, she put the empty glass on the grass beside her. I know.

Tully fell silent. In truth, her head was spinning and she was beginning to worry about this idea of hers.

Why Johnny? Kate finally asked. She sounded hesitant, as if perhaps she hadnt meant to say it out loud.

Hell protect me. If I say cut, hell cut. If I say throw it in the trash, he will.

I dont think so.

He will. For me. And dyou know why?

Why?

You. She lurched awkwardly to her feet, unwilling to analyze this decision anymore.

Kate was beside her in an instant, steadying her.

What would I do without you, Katie? Tully said, leaning against her best friend.

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Well never have to find out. Come on, now, Ill help you to your room. You need some sleep.

Kate maneuvered her into the house and down the hall to the guest bedroom.

There, Tully fell into bed, staring blearily up at her best friend. Now, with the room tumbling around her, she realized how stupid an idea this documentary was, how firmly shed planted herself in harms way. She could be hurt … again. If only she had Kates life,- then Tully wouldnt have to take this risk.

Youre so lucky, she murmured, starting to fall asleep. Johnny … She meant to continue and the kids love you, but the words got tangled up in her head and before she could finish she was crying, and then she was asleep.

The next morning she woke with a blinding headache. It took her longer than usual to do her hair and makeupand Johnny yelling at her to hurry didnt helpbut finally she was ready to go.

Johnny pulled Kate into a hug and kissed her. It shouldnt take more than two days, he said in a voice so quiet Tully knew she wasnt supposed to be able to hear. Well be back before you can miss us.

Itll feel like longer, Kate said. I already miss you.

Come on, Mommy, Marah said sharply. We need to go. Right, Aunt Tully?

Give your mom a kiss goodbye, Johnny said.

Marah dutifully went to Kate and kissed her. Kate held her daughter until she started to squirm, then let her go.

Tully felt a clutch of jealousy at their intimacy,- they were such a beautiful family.

Johnny led Marah out to the car and began loading their suitcases into the back.

Tully looked at Kate. Youll be here, right? In case I need to call?

Im always here, Tully. Thats why they call it being an at-home mom.

Very funny. Tully glanced down at her stuff. On top was a pile of notes shed taken in the most recent phone conversation with her

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lawyer. It was a list of the last addresses they had for Cloud. Okay, then. Im out of here. She grabbed her bag and went out to the car.

When they reached the end of the driveway, she twisted around in her seat.

There was Kate, still standing at the front door, with two little boys hanging on to her, waving goodbye.

Their first stop, only two hours later, was at a mobile home park in Fall City. Clouds last known address. But her mother had apparently moved out a week ago and no one yet had a forwarding address. The man they spoke to thought Cloud had moved to a campground in Issaquah.

For the next six hours they drove from place to place, following leadsTully, Johnny, Marah, and a cameraman who called himself Fat Bob for good reason. At every stop, they filmed a segment of Tully talking to people at the various campgrounds and communes. Several people knew who Cloud was, but no one seemed to know where to find her. They went from Issaquah to Cle Elem to Ellensburg. Marah hung on Tullys every word.

They were finishing a late night dinner in North Bend when Fred called with a report that Clouds last monthly check had been cashed at a bank on Vashon Island.

We could have been there in an hour, Johnny muttered.

You think well find her? Tully asked, pouring sugar into her coffee. It was the first time theyd been alone all day. Fat Bob was in the van and Marah had just gone to the restroom.

Johnny looked at her. I think we cant make people love us.

Including our parents?

Especially our parents.

She felt a hint of their old connection again. Theyd had that in common, she recalled. Lonely childhoods. Whats it like, Johnny, being loved?

Thats not the question you want to ask. You want to know what its like to love someone. He gave her a grin that made him look like a kid again. Besides yourself, I mean.

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She leaned back. I need new friends.

I wont pull back, you know. You better be okay with that. Youve got me on this story now. The camera will be there, seeing all of it. If you want to back out, this is the time.

You can protect me.

Thats what Im telling you, Tully. I wont. Ill follow the story. Like you did in Germany.

She understood what he was saying. Friendship ended when the story rolled,- it was an axiom of journalism. Just try to shoot me from the left. Its my good side.

Johnny smiled and paid the bill. Go get Marah. If we hurry, we might be able to catch the last ferry.

In fact, they missed the last ferry and ended up sleeping in three rooms in a rundown hotel near the dock.

The next morning Tully woke with a pounding headache that no amount of aspirin could tame. Still, she got dressed and put on her makeup and ate breakfast at some greasy spoon diner that Fat Bob recommended. By nine in the morning they were on the ferry, headed to a berry-growing commune on Vashon Island.

Every step of the way, every mile driven, the camera was on Tully. As she interviewed the tellers at the bank where the last check was cashed and showed the old and creased picture of her motherthe only photo she had of hershe maintained her smile.

It wasnt until almost ten oclock when they pulled up to the SUNSHINE FARMS sign that she began to lose her grip.

The commune was like others shed seen-, long, rolling acres covered in crops, shaggy-looking people dressed in the modern-day equivalent of sackcloth and ashes, rows of Sani-Cans. The main difference was the housing. Here, people lived in domed tents called yurts. There were at least thirty of them lining the river.

Johnny pulled into a parking stall and got out of the van. Fat Bob followed suit, sliding the van door open and then slamming it shut.

Marah said worriedly, Are you okay, Aunt Tully?

Be quiet, Marah, Johnny said. Move over here by Daddy.

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Tully knew they were waiting for her,- still she sat there. People waited for her all the time,- it was one of the perks of celebrity.

You can do this, she said to the scared-looking woman in the rearview mirror. Shed spent a lifetime shellacking her heart, creating this hard casing around it, and now she was purposely peeling it away, exposing her vulnerability. But what choice did she have? If she and her mother were ever going to have a chance, someone had to make the first move.

Cautiously, she opened the door and stepped out.

Fat Bob and his camera were right there.

Tully took a deep breath and smiled. Were at the Sunshine Farms commune. Weve been told that my mother has lived here for almost a week, although she hasnt yet sent this address to my attorney, so we dont know if shes planning to stay.

She walked up to the long row of tables, covered by cedar lean-tosl where tired-looking women sold their wares. Berries, jams, syrups| berry butters, and Holly Hobbie-type handicrafts.

No one seemed to care that a camera was coming their way. Or celebrity.

Im Tallulah Hart, and Im looking for this woman. She held out th picture.

Fat Bob moved to her left, stayed close. People had no idea ho\ close cameras sometimes needed to be to capture nuances of emotion.

Cloud, the woman said without smiling.

Tullys heart skipped a beat. Yes.

Shes not at Sunshine anymore. Too much work for her. Last I hearc she was out at the old Mulberry place. What has she done?

Nothing. Shes my mother.

She said she didnt have any kids.

Tully knew the camera caught her reaction to that, her flinch of pain] Thats hardly surprising. How do we get to the Mulberry place?

As the woman gave directions, Tully felt a wave of anxiety. She walked away, went over by a fence to be alone. Johnny came up besidq her, leaning close.

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Are you okay? he asked softly enough that the camera couldnt pick up the question.

Im scared, she whispered, looking up at him.

Youll be fine. She cant hurt you anymore. Youre Tallulah Hart, remember?

That was what she needed. Smiling, feeling stronger, she pulled back and broke free, looking at the camera. She didnt bother to wipe the tears from her eyes. I guess I still want her to love me, she revealed quietly. Lets go.

They climbed back into the van and drove out to the highway. On Mill Road they turned left and drove down a bumpy, rutted gravel road until an old beige mobile home came into view. It sat on blocks in a grassy field, surrounded by rusted, broken-down cars. A refrigerator lay on its side in the front yard; a threadbare, broken recliner beside it. Three raggedlooking pit bulls were chained to the fence. They went crazy when the van pulled into the yard, barking and snarling and jumping forward.

Its Deliverance, Tully said, giving a weak smile as she reached for the door handle.

They all got out at once, moving forward in formation-. Tully in the lead, advancing with false confidence,- Fat Bob beside or in front of her, capturing every instant on tape,- and Johnny behind them, holding Marahs hand, reminding her to keep quiet.

Tully went up to the front door and knocked.

No one answered.

She tried to listen for footsteps, but the barking dogs made that impossible.

She knocked again, and was just about to give in to relief and say, No luck, when the door swung open to reveal a huge, straggly-haired man in boxer shorts. A tattoo of a woman in a hula skirt covered the left half of his swollen, hairy belly.

Yeah? he said, scratching his underarm.

Im here to see Cloud.

He cocked his head to the right and stepped out of the trailer, moving past her, going toward his dogs.

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Tullys eyes watered at the smell that came from the mobile home. She wanted to turn to the camera and say something witty, but she couldnt even swallow, she was so nervous. Inside, she found piles of junk and old food containers. There were flies everywhere and pizza boxes full of leftover crusts. But mostly what she saw were empty booze bottles and a bong. A huge pile of pot lay on the kitchen table.

Tully didnt point it out or make a comment.

Fat Bob mirrored every step, filmed her journey through this mobile home hell.

She went to the closed door behind the kitchen, knocked, and opened it, revealing the grossest bathroom of all time. She slammed the door shut and went to the next door. There, she knocked twice and then turned the knob. The bedroom was small, made smaller by the piles of clothes everywhere. Three empty half-gallon Monarch Gin bottles lined the bedside table.

Her mother lay curled in the fetal position on the unmade bed, with a ragged blue blanket wrapped around her body.

Tully bent close, noticing now how grayed and wrinkled her mothers skin had become. Cloud? She said the name three or four

times, and got no response at all. Finally she reached out, touched her mothers shoulder, gently at first and then not so gently. Cloud?

Fat Bob got into position, pointed the camera at the woman in bed.

Slowly, her mother opened her eyes. It took her a long time to focus,- she had a vague, vacant look. Tallulah?

Hey, Cloud.

Tully, she said as if just remembering the nickname her daughter preferred. What are you doing here? And who the hell is that guy with the camera?

Im here looking for you.

Cloud sat up slowly, reaching into her dirty pocket for a cigarette. When she lit up, Tully noticed how palsied her mothers hand was. It took three tries to touch the tip to the flame. I thought you were in New York, getting rich and famous. She glanced nervously at the camera.

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Im both, Tully said, unable to squelch the pride in her voice. She hated it that still, after all the disappointments, she craved this womans admiration. How long have you been living here?

What do you care? You live in some fancy place while Im rotting away.

Tully looked at her mother, noticing the wild, unkempt hair now threaded with gray,- the baggy, stained cargo pants with the ragged, torn hem,- the worn flannel shirt that was buttoned wrong. And her face. Lined, dirty, and grayed from cigarettes and alcohol and a life poorly lived. Cloud was barely sixty and she looked fifteen years older. The fragile beauty of her youth was gone now, scrubbed away by harsh excess. You cant want this, Cloud. Even you …

Even me, huh? Why did you come looking for me, Tully?

Youre my mother.

We both know better than that, Cloud cleared her throat and looked away. I need to get away from here. Maybe I could stay with you for a few days. Take a bath. Eat something.

Tully hated the tiny lurch of emotion that followed those words. She had waited a lifetime for her mother to want to come home with her, but she knew how dangerous a moment like this could be. Okay.

Really? The disbelief on Clouds face revealed how little faith they had in each other.

Really. And for an instant, Tully forgot the camera was even there. She dared to imagine the impossible: that they could become mother and daughter instead of strangers. Come on, Cloud. Let me help you to the car.

Tully knew she shouldnt believe in the possibility of forging a connection with her mother, but the idea created a dizzying cocktail of hope that, once drunk, made her light-headed. Maybe she could finally have a family of her own.

The camera caught it all: Tullys hope and fear and need. On the long drive home, while Cloud slept slumped in the corner, Tully spilled

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her heart to the lens. She answered Johnnys questions with an unprecedented honesty, revealing at last how wounded shed been by her distant mother.

Now, though, Tully added a new word.

Addicted.

For as long as shed known her mother, Cloud had been hooked on drugs or booze or both.

The more Tully thought about that, the more it seemed like the cause of their problems.

If she could get her mom into rehab and help her through the program, maybe they could make a new start. So sure of this was she that she called her boss at CBS and asked for more time off so that she could be a good daughter and help her broken mother heal.

Are you sure thats a good idea? Johnny asked when she got off the phone.

They were in the sitting room of the luxurious Cascade Suite at the Fairmont Olympic Hotel in Seattle. By the window, Fat Bob sat in an overstuffed chair, capturing this whole conversation on tape. Cameras and equipment covered most of the floor,- huge lights created a staging area along the couch. Marah lay curled catlike in an overstuffed chair, reading a book.

She needs me, Tully said simply.

Johnny shrugged and said nothing more, just looked at her.

Well. She stood up, stretching. I think Ill hit the sack. To Fat Bob, she said, Thats it for the night. Go get a good nights sleep. Well start again at eight.

Fat Bob nodded, packed up his gear, and headed to his room down the hall.

Can I sleep with Aunt Tully? Marah said, letting her book fall to the floor.

Its okay with me, Johnny said, if Tully doesnt mind.

Are you kidding? A slumber party with my favorite goddaughter is a perfect end to the day.

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Marahtelling her to brush her teeth and wash her face and get into her jammies.

Im too old for jammies, Marah informed her smartly, but when she climbed into bed, she snuggled up to Tully like the little girl shed been only a few short years ago.

This was so awesome, Aunt Tully, she said sleepily. Im going to be a TV star, too, when I grow up.

I dont doubt it.

If my mom lets me, which she probably wont.

What do you mean?

My mom wont let me do anything.

You do know that your mom is my best friend, right?

Yeah, she answered grudgingly.

Why do you think that is?

Marah twisted around and looked at her. Why?

Because your mom rocks.

Marah made a face. My mom? She never does anything cool.

Tully shook her head. Marah, your mother loves you no matter what and shes proud of you. Believe me, princess, thats the coolest thing in the world.

The next morning Tully got up early and went to the bedroom door across the hall. There, she paused, gathering her nerve, and knocked. When no one answered, she quietly opened it.

Her mother was still asleep.

Smiling, she left the suite and closed the door quietly behind her. At Johnnys door, she paused and knocked.

He answered quickly, dressed in one of the hotels robes, his hair dripping wet. I thought we were starting at eight.

We are. Im just going to get Cloud some clothes to take to rehab and some breakfast for all of us. Marahs still asleep.

Johnny frowned. Youre moving awfully fast, Tully. The stores arent open yet.

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Ive always been fast. You know that, Johnny. And everything is open for Tallulah Hart. Its one of the perks of my life. You have a key to my room?

Yeah. Ill go over there now. You be careful.

Ignoring his concern, she went to the Public Market and stocked up on croissants, beignets, and cinnamon rolls. Cloud needed to pack on a few pounds. Then she went to La Dolce, where she bought her mother jeans, tops, shoes, underwear and bras, as well as the thickest jacket she could find. She was back at the hotel by nine.

Im home, she called out, kicking the door shut behind her. And wait till you see what Ive got. She draped the garment bags over the sofa and set the bags on the floor.

At the small table in the sitting room, she began setting out the rolls and beignets.

Fat Bob was in the corner, shooting her entrance.

She gave him her best smile. My mother needs to put on a few pounds. This should do it. I got practically every coffee Starbucks sells. I dont know what she likes.

Johnny sat on the sofa, looking tired.

Its like a morgue in here. Tully went to her mothers door and knocked. Cloud?

There was no answer.

She knocked again. Cloud? Are you in the shower? Im coming in.

She opened the door.

The first thing she noticed was the smell of cigarettes and the open window. The bed was empty.

Cloud? She went to the bathroom, which was still damp and cloudy with steam. Thick Egyptian cotton towels lay in a heap on the floor. The washrag and hand towel were stained with dirt and lying in the sink.

Tully backed slowly out of the steamy bathroom and faced Johnny and the camera. She left?

A half an hour ago, he said. I tried to stop her.

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Tully was stunned by how betrayed she felt, like that ten-year-old girl again, abandoned on the Seattle street. Worthless and unwanted.

Johnny came over to her, took her in his arms, and held her. She wanted to ask him why, ask what was wrong with her that no one ever stayed, but the question caught in her throat. She clung to him for too long, taking the comfort he offered. He stroked her head, whispered, Sbhh, in her ear as if she were a child.

In time, though, she remembered where she was and pulled back, forcing a smile for the camera. Well, there it is. The end of the documentary. Im done, Bob. Sidestepping Johnny, she went back into her room, where she heard Marah singing in the shower. Tears stung her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Her mother wouldnt break her again. Shed been a fool to even think there could be a different ending than this one.

Then she noticed the empty nightstand beside her. The bitch stole my jewelry.

She closed her eyes and sat on the end of the bed. Pulling a cell phone out of her pocket, she hit Kates number and listened to the ringing. When her friend answered, Tully didnt even bother with hello. Theres something wrong with me, Katie, she said quietly, her voice trembling.

She ditched you?

Like a thief in the night.

Tallulah Rose Hart, you listen to me right now. You are going to hang up the phone and get down to the ferry right now. Ill take care of you. Got it? And bring my family with you.

You dont have to yell. Im coming. We all are. But you better have alcohol ready for me when I get there. And Im not mixing it with that gross juice your kids drink.

Kate laughed. Its the morning, Tully. Ill make you breakfast.

Thanks, Kate, Tully said quietly. I owe you one.

When she looked up she saw Fat Bob. He was filming all of this from the doorway, with Johnny standing beside him.

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But it wasnt the red light on the camera or the knowledge of her public humiliation or the all-seeing lens that broke her.

It was Johnny and the sad, knowing way he looked at her that finally made her cry.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

The documentary aired two weeks later, and even Kate, who was used to Tullys amazing successes, was caught off guard by the publics reaction. It caused a media frenzy. For years Tully had been seen on camera as the cool, witty professional, following stories and reporting on them with her journalists detachment.

Now the public learned how shed been disappointed and abandoned. They saw beyond the journalist to the woman within, and they couldnt stop talking about her. The phrase heard most often was, just like me.

Before the documentary, the public respected Tully Hart. Afterward, they adored her. She graced the cover of People and Us in the same week. The documentaryand segments from itwere played and replayed on entertainment news shows. America, it seemed, couldnt get enough of Tully Hart.

But while everyone was watching Tully and the sad encounter with her estranged mother, Kate saw something else entirely on that tape, and she watched it just as obsessively.

She couldnt help noticing the way Johnny looked at Tully at the end, when Clouds disappearance was revealed, the way hed gone to her and taken her in his arms.

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And then there was the quiet talk Tully and Johnny had had out at Sunshine Farms. Theyd edited out whatever words had been exchanged and gone to an establishing shot of the commune, but Kate couldnt help wondering what theyd said to each other.

She studied their body language like a primatologist, but in the end she had only what shed had in the beginning: two old friends working together on an emotional documentary and a wife whod worried for a long time about them.

That should have been the end of it. If nothing else had happened, Kate would have boxed up her old jealousies and put them away again, just as shed done dozens of times over the years.

But something had happened.

Syndiworld, the second largest syndication company in the world, had seen the documentary and offered Tully her own one-hour show, of which she would be a majority interest owner.

The idea had rocked Tullys world, offered her a way to be herself on camera, to show the world who she really was and how she really felt. No more three A.M. start times, either. The minute she heard the idea, she said it was exactly what she needed, but even so, shed put down two conditions: first, they had to shoot in Seattle,- second, John Ryan had to be her producer. Neither of these had she bothered to clear with her friends.

Kate and Johnny had been on the back porch, talking over drinks after a long day, when the first phone call had come in.

Johnny had laughed at Tullys offer, told her to find a producer who specialized in prima donnas.

Then Tully mentioned a salary in the millions.

Now, two days later, Kate sure as hell wasnt laughing. She and Johnny were in the living room, trying to keep their voices down because the kids were in bed. Tully was back in New York, no doubt sitting by the phone, waiting to see if once again shed get her way.

I dont know why youre fighting me on this, Katie, Johnny said, pacing in front of the window. It will change our lives.

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Whats wrong with our life now?

Do you understand how much money theyre offering us? We could pay off this house and send the kids to Harvard for medical degrees. And I could do a few shows that mattered. Tully said I could spotlight places in the world that are in trouble. Do you know what that would mean to me?

Is that how you want your career to be from now onstarting everything with, Tully said? \

Are you asking if I can work for her? The answer is hell, yes. Ive ;

worked for a lot worse people than Tully Hart. |

Maybe Im asking if you should be working for her, Kate said softly. j

He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her. Youve got to be j

kidding me. Is that what this is about? One night a million years ago?

Shes an incredibly beautiful woman. I just think … She couldnt u

finish, couldnt put her old fears and insecurities into words. I

The look he gave her was so hot she felt herself melting, disappear- ]l

ing. I dont deserve that.

She watched him storm up the stairs, heard the bedroom door slam shut. I

She sat there a long time, staring down at her wedding ring. Why was it that some memories could never be erased? Slowly, she turned off all the lights, locked all the doors, and went upstairs.

At their closed door she paused, taking a deep breath. She knew what she had to do now, what she had to say. Shed hurt his feelings and insulted him. They both knew this was the opportunity of a lifetime. Her insecurities and jealousy couldnt stand in the way of that.

She had to go to him, say she was sorry, and tell him she was foolish to be afraid, that she believed in his love like she believed in sunshine and rain. It was true, too. She did.

Because of all that, she should be proud of Johnny and happy for this chance and what it meant to him. That was what marriage was, a team sport, and this was her time to be cheerleader. But even knowing all that, she couldnt quite be happy.

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Instead, she was afraid.

Yes, theyd be rich. Maybe even powerful.

But at what cost?

Tully finished off her contract, had an emotional, celebrity-studded last broadcast, and said goodbye to New York. She found a new penthouse in the Emerald City and spent the next month in closed-door meetings, coming up with the plans for her new show, which she was calling The Girlfriend Hour with Tully Hart in honor of the Mularkeys holiday tradition. She and Johnny had spent long hours working together like the old days, hiring staff and designing the set and devising show concepts.

By August of 2003, much of the advance work was done and she realized that yet again shed been so busy with work that shed forgotten to have a life. Even with Kate just across the bay, Tully had hardly seen her. So she picked up the phone and invited her best friend and goddaughter to spend the day with her.

Sorry, Kate said. I cant come into the city.

Come on, Tully pleaded. I know I havent called enough this summer, but Johnny and I have been working twelve-hour days.

Tell me something I dont know. You see him more than we do.

Ive missed you.

There was a pause, then: Ive missed you, too, but today is no good for me. The boys have some friends coming over.

How about if I take Marah off your hands? Yeah, Tully said, warming to the idea. I could take her to Gene Juarez for a manicure and a makeup lesson. Maybe a facial. Itd be great. A girls day out.

She is too young for a spa, Tully. Kate laughed, but it sounded a little strained. And you can forget the makeover. She is not allowed to wear makeup until ninth grade.

No one is too young for a spa, Kate, and youre crazy to forbid makeup. Remember when your mom tried that? We just put it on at the bus stop. Dont you want her to learn the right way to apply it?

Not yet.

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Come on, Tully cajoled. Put her on the eleven-fifteen boat. Ill meet her at McDonalds. You said you two are always fighting anyway.

Well … I guess that would be okay. But no R-rated movies, no mat-I

ter how much she begs. |

Okay. I

Maybe thatll put her in a good mood. Tomorrow were going I

school shopping, which is only slightly less painful than a root canal without anesthesia. 

Maybe Ill take her to Nordstrom, get her something special.

Forty dollars.

What?

Thats how much you can spend. Not one dollar more, and Tully, if you buy her anything that shows off her belly

I know. I know. Britney Spears is the Antichrist. Got it.

Good. Ill go tell Marah.

Exactly one hour and twelve minutes later, Tully directed her driver to pull up beside the McDonalds on Alaskan Way. She could tell by the honking that it was an illegal place to park, but what did she care?

She rolled down the window and saw Marah running toward her. Over here, she called, getting out of the car.

Marah hugged her tightly. Thank you so much for getting me out of the house. Moms been ragging on me all day. What are we going to do?

How about makeovers at Gene Juarez?

Awesome.

And after that, we can do whatever you want.

Youre so totally awesome, Marah said, gazing at Tully with the purest expression of adoration shed ever seen.

Tully laughed. We both are. Thats why were a perfect team.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

The Girlfriend Hour was a runaway success from the first day it aired. Suddenly Tully was more than a journalist or a morning news anchor,- she was a bona fide star. Everything about the show had been designed to play to her strengths and highlight her talent.

What she did wellwhat shed always done wellwas talk to people.

And she connected, not only with the camera, but with her guests, her audience, and her viewers. In the first two weeks of the show, she became a sensation. Her picture graced the covers of People, Entertainment Weekly, Good Housekeeping, and In Style. Syndiworld had trouble keeping up with demand,- that was how fast her show was growing into new markets.

Best of all was: she owned it. Sure, she shared ownership with Syndiworld and the Ryans had a small piece, but she was the powerhouse. As anyone knew, half as successful as Oprah was damned successful.

Now she sat in her office, going over the notes for the taping that would start inshe looked up at the clocktwenty-five minutes.

This was one of her celebrity shows. A smiling, dont-we-justlove-each-other interview. To be honest, there was still enough of the journalist left in Tully to bristle at these segments, but the businesswoman

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overruled her. The public simply couldnt get close enough to their stars these days. Johnny put up with these segments in exchange for his change-the-world bits.

There was a knock on the door, then a respectful, Ms. Hart?

She spun around in her chair. Yes?

Your goddaughter is here. For the take-your-daughter-to-work segment?

Great! Tully shot to her feet. Let her in.

The door opened farther, revealing Johnny, who stood there dressed in faded jeans and a navy blue cashmere sweater. Hey, he said.

Hey.

Beside him, Marah couldnt keep still, she was so excited. Hi, Aunt Tully. Daddy said I could be with you all day.

Tully walked over to them. I couldnt ask for a better daughter. You ready to see what its like to make a show work?

I can hardly wait.

Tully turned to Johnny, realizing a second too late that she was too close. She could see a tiny place by his ear where hed missed shaving.

Ill be in my office if you need me. Dont buy her a car or a horse while shes here.

How about something small?

Normally Id say fine, but with you small could be a diamond.

I was thinking of a Girlfriend Hour tote bag.

Perfect.

Tully smiled up at him. Youre my producer. You have to say Im perfeet.

He stared down at her. The whole world thinks youre perfect.

A lot of years were suddenly between them, conversations and moments and opportunities shed walked away from. At least that was what she was thinking about,- she no longer knew him well enough to read his expressions. Even though they worked together every day, they were always surrounded by people and focused on work. On the weekends, when she went to his house, he was Katies husband, and Tully kept her distance.

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He didnt move, didnt smile.

Tully smiled and backed away, hoping her smile looked real. Come on, Marah, lets go play mother/daughter. I have Lindsay Lohan in the green room. You can ask her how she got started.

On a bright Wednesday in the first full week of September, Kate stood on the sidewalk outside of Ordway Elementary School. The parking lot, which only moments before had been clogged with buses pulling up to the curb and carsmostly SUVs and minivansinching through the carpool lane, was now empty and quiet. The bell had rung and fallen silent,- the principal had gone back inside the squat, low-roofed brick building to start his day. Directly overhead, two flags flapped in the early autumn breeze.

Are you still crying? Tully tried to sound reassuring, but her voice was too honest for that. There was the merest hint of laughter behind the words.

Bite me, and I mean that in the nicest possible way.

Come on, Im taking you home.

But … Kate glanced at the window at the far end of the school. One of them might need me.

Theyre going into kindergarten, not open-heart surgery, and youve got things to do.

Kate sighed, wiping her eyes. I know its stupid.

Tully squeezed her hand. Its not stupid. I remember my first day of school. I was so jealous of the kids who had moms that cried.

I really appreciate you being here for me today. I know how hard it is for you to leave the studio.

My producer gave me the day off, she said with a smile. I think he has the hots for my best friend.

Together, they walked down the tree-lined sidewalk to their parking spot. Kate climbed into the drivers seat of her new blue SUV and started up the engine.

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Tully immediately leaned forward in her own seat and popped a CD into the stereo. Rick Springfields voice blared through the speakers, singing Jessies Girl.

Kate laughed. By the time theyd driven out of the school lot, stopped at the coffee stand drive-through for their lattes, and arrived back home, she definitely felt better.

In her messy, toy-strewn living room, she collapsed into Johnnys favorite overstuffed chair and put her feet up on the ottoman. What now, fearless leader? Are we going shopping?

In the ridiculous three hours we have, not likely. You should have put them in the all-day program.

Kate had heard it before. Im well aware of your opinion on that. I happen to like my kids around me.

Actually, I have a better plan, anyway. Tully flopped down on the sofa. Were going to talk about your writing.

Kate almost dropped her latte. M-my writing?

You always said you were going to start writing again when the boys were in school.

Give me some time, will you? They just started. Lets talk about the show instead. Johnny tells me that

I can see through your feeble tactics. You think Ill forget everything else if you talk about me.

Its usually true.

Touche. So, what will you write about?

Kate felt exposed suddenly. Its an old dream, Tully.

Well, youre getting old, so its perfect.

Has anyone ever told you that youre a coldhearted bitch?

Only the men who date me. Come on, Katie. Talk to me. I see how tired you are all the time. I know you need something more in your life.

This was the last thing that Kate would have expected,- that Tully, as on top of the world as she was, would notice her depression. At the realization, the fight went out of her. In truth, she was exhausted lately by the pretense, anyway. Its more than just that. I feel … lost. What I

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have should be enough, but somehow it isnt. And Marah is wearing me down. Everything I do is wrong. I love her so much and she treats me like last years shoes.

its the age.

That excuse is wearing a little thin. Maybe I should let her take the modeling class shes so jazzed about. I just hate to think of her in a world like that.

P.S.: Were talking about you, here, Tully said. Look, Katie, I dont know what youre going through, but I know about wanting more. Sometimes you have to fight for the thing that will complete you.

Says the woman who has to borrow my family when she needs one.

Tully smiled. Were quite a pair, arent we?

For the first time in what felt like forever, Kate laughed. We always have been. Ill tell you what: Ill think about writing if you think about falling in love.

Tully looked at her. Maybe it would be easier to think about spending the day on the beach. She paused. I havent heard from Grant since I moved out here.

I know, Kate said. Im sorry. But I dont think he was the one for you. If you two had been right for each other youd have fallen in love.

Thats what people like you think, Tully said quietly, and then brightened. Come on, lets make margaritas.

Now youre talking. Ill get drunk on the first day of kindergarten, and in the morning, no less. Perfect.

The Ordway Halloween Carnival was only seven days away and Kate had foolishly volunteered to design and make the photograph staging area. Between shopping for supplies, painting the backdrops, and building the faux haunted house set, she was overwhelmed with work. Add to that driving responsibilities that came with getting Marah to her modeling class, and she was emotionally close to the edge most of the time.

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But she was supposed to be writing her book. Johnny and Tully and Mom expected it of her. She expected it of herself. Shed been certain that once the boys started school shed find the time.

Unfortunately, shed forgotten the kindergarten timetable. Frankly, shed barely dropped the boys off before it was time to pick them up, and Johnny, whod always been so much help, now spent more waking hours at the studio than he did at home.

So Kate did what shed always done: she kept moving, hoping no one would notice that she didnt smile as easily as she used to, or sleep as well.

This morning at six oclock, she kissed Johnny awake, then went down the hall to waken Marah. From that moment on, she was caught in the whirlpool of other peoples needs. She drove carpool and went shopping and met the decorating committee for an hour of hammerand-nails-type work.

She got so caught up in the work she almost missed picking up the boys. Late, she ran for her SUV and sped across the island, pulling into the pickup lane as most of the cars were leaving. She honked at the boys and waved them over.

Her phone rang. Hello? she answered, reaching behind her to unlock the back door.

Mom? Marah said.

Whats wrong?

Marah laughed, but it was definitely contrived. Nothing. I dont want you to spaz out, but Im scheduling a family meeting for seven oclock tonight.

A whatf

A family meeting. Well, sort of. I dont want Lucas or William there.

Let me get this straight: you want to have a meeting with your dad and me at seven.

And Tully.

What trouble are you in?

Way to believe the worst in me. I just want to talk.

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A thirteen-year-old girl wanting to talk to her parents? Specifically, Marah wanting to talk to Kate? That was like a snowfall in July. Okay, Kate said slowly. You sure youre not in trouble?

Im sure. See you. Bye.

Kate stared at the phone in her hand. Whats going on? she wondered aloud, but before an answer floated to the surface, the car door! behind her opened, the boys climbed into the backseat, and Kate was tossed onto the surf of her everyday life.

There was shopping to do, and cooking, and at three she was back in the carpool lane, picking up Marah.

You sure you dont want to talk about something now? she asked.

Marah sat slouched against the window in the passenger seat, with her long black hair covering most of her downcast face. As usual, she wore low-rise jeans, flip-flops (even though it was raining), a skimpy pink T-shirt, and a surly expression. The expression was the one accessory she never left home without.

If I wanted to talk now I wouldnt have scheduled a meeting. | Sheesh. Get a clue, Mom.

Kate knew she shouldnt let her daughter talk to her like that, and I usually she didnt, but today she didnt feel like fighting, so she let it go.

At home, Kate went straight up to her bathroom, took two aspirin, and changed into her sweats. Ignoring her headache, she got the boys settled at the kitchen table with their sticker books and started dinner.

Before she knew it, it was six oclock and Johnny opened the door. Hey, he said, ushering Tully into the house. Look who came home with me for the big meeting.

Kate looked up from the tacos she was making. Hey, you two. She covered the saucepan and turned the stoves heat down to low, then went out to meet them. You dont know whats going on, do you?

Me? I hardly know anything, Tully said.

After that, the evening seemed alternately to drag and to fly. Kate watched her daughter all through dinner, trying to glean a hint about what was to come, but by the end of the meal she was no closer to an answer than shed been this afternoon.

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Okay, Marah finally said at almost exactly seven oclock when the dishes were done and the boys were upstairs watching a movie. She stood by the fireplace, looking both nervous and young. Aunt Tully thought I should be

Tully knows what this is about? Kate asked.

Uh. No, Marah said quickly. Just in general, she thinks I shouldnt throw stuff at you. I should be respectful and let you know how much something matters to me.

Kate glanced at Johnny, who rolled his eyes in response.

So, here it is, Marah said, wringing her hands together. Theres a conference in New York in November that I just have to go to. Its where a bunch of agents and photographers come looking for models. Tully thinks Eileen Ford could definitely pick me. And my modeling class teacher invited me personally.

Kate sat there, too stunned to speak right away. New York. Tully thinks … Invited me personally. Which arrow should she pull out first?

I assume this costs money, Johnny said.

Oh. Right. Marah nodded. Three thousand dollars, but its a bargain at that price. Everyone who is anyone will be there.

And the dates?

November fourteenth through the twenty-first.

During school? Kate said sharply.

Its just a week Marah began, but Kate cut her off.

Just a week? Are you kidding?

Marah glanced nervously at Tully. I can take my homework and do it at night and on the plane, but if I get discovered, I wouldnt need to finish high school anyway. Id have tutors.

How many of the kids in your modeling class were invited to attend? Johnny asked, sounding calm and reasonable.

Everyone, Marah answered.

Everyone? Kate got to her feet. Everyone? Thats not anything special, then, its some racket to wring money out of us. You actually think

Kate, Johnny said, giving her The Look.

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She yanked hard on her temper, took a deep breath. I didnt mean that, Marah. I just … you cant miss a week of school, and three thousand dollars is a lot of money.

Ill pay it, Tully said.

Kate had never wanted to hit her best friend more. She cant miss school.

I could

Kate held up a hand for silence. Dont say more, she said to Tully.

Marah burst into tears. See? she yelled at Tully. She thinks Im a baby and she wont let me do anything.

Johnny got to his feet. Marah, come on, youre thirteen years old.

Brooke Shields and Kate Moss were millionaires by fourteen because their mothers loved them, right, Tully? She wiped her eyes and looked at Johnny. Please, Daddy?

He shook his head. Im sorry, honey.

Marah spun on her heel and ran upstairs,- all the way up, until she slammed her bedroom door, they could hear her crying.

Ill go talk to her, Johnny said, sighing as he headed for the stairs.

Kate turned to her best friend. Are you insane?

Its a modeling school, not a crack house.

Damn it, Tully, she doesnt need to be in that screwed-up world. Ive told you that before. Its dangerous.

Ill help her through it. Ill go with her.

Kate was so mad she could hardly breathe. Once again Tully had made Kate look bad in front of Marah, and frankly, she didnt need any help screwing up her relationship with her daughter. Youre not her mother. I am. You can whoop it up with her and have a blast and live like the world is your Never-Never Land. Its my job to keep her safe.

Safe isnt everything, Tully said. Sometimes you have to take a risk. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Tully, you dont know what in the hell youre talking about. My thirteen-year-old daughter is not going to New York City on some scam of a modeling trip, and you are certainly not going to chaperone her. The subject is closed.

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Fine, Tully said. I was just trying to help.

Kate heard the hurt in her friends voice, but she was too tired, and this was too important, to let herself yield. Fine. And next time my daughter comes to you with a plan that includes skipping a week of school or modeling in a faraway place, I would appreciate it if youd let me discuss it with her.

But you dont. You two just scream at each other. Even Johnny says

Youve talked to Johnny about this?

Hes worried about you and Marah. He says its like World War II around here some nights.

That was about the third sucker punch tonight, and it hurt so much she said, You better leave, Tully. This is a family matter.

But … I thought I was family.

Goodnight, Kate said quietly, then walked out of the room.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Tully should have gone straight home and tried to forget the whole thing, but by the time the ferry pulled back into downtown Seattle, she was a wreck. Instead of turning left on Alaskan Way, she turned right and hit the gas.

In record time she was in Snohomish, driving past the altered landmarks of her youth. The town was a tourist stop now, full of trendy cafes and upscale antique shops.

None of it mattered much to her,- what changed, what stayed the same … she didnt care. Even under the best of circumstances, she was only barely connected to the yesterdays of her life, and tonight was far from the best of circumstances. Still, when she turned onto Firefly Lane, it was like rocketing into the past.

She turned onto the paved driveway and drove up to the small white farmhouse with the glossy black trim. Over the years Mrs. Mularkey had turned the ragged yard into an English-style garden full of flowers. In this late autumn, the whole garden seemed to glow golden. The yard and hanging baskets were a riot of red geraniums, visible in the orangey porch light.

Tully parked the car and went to the front door, ringing the bell.

Mr. M. answered, and for a second there, standing on the porch,

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looking up at him, Tully felt her whole life flash before her eyes. He looked older, of course, with a vanishing hairline and an expanding waistline, but dressed as he was in a white T-shirt and worn jeans, he looked so much like he used to that she felt young again, too. Hey, Mr. M.

Youre here late. Everything okay?

I just needed to talk to Mrs. M. I wont stay long.

You know youre welcome to stay as long as you want. He stepped back to let her in, then went to the base of the stairs and yelled up, Margie, come on down. Troubles here. He flashed Tully a smile that coaxed out one of her own.

In no time, Mrs. M. came down the stairs, zipping up the red velour robe shed worn for as long as Tully had known her. No matter how many expensive robe-and-nightgown sets Tully sent Mrs. M. over the years, this old red one remained her favorite. Tully, she said, pulling off her big beige-rimmed bifocals. Is everything okay?

There was no point in lying. Not really.

Mrs. M. went straight to the wet bar in the living rooman addition in the late eightiesand poured two glasses of wine. Handing one to Tully, she led the way into the living room and sat down on the new leopard-print sofa. Behind their heads the wall was full of family photos now. Jesus and Elvis still held center stage, but around them were dozens of school photos of Marah and the twins,- Johnny and Kates wedding pictures,- Seans graduate school graduation photos,- and a few here and there of Tully. Okay, whats the problem?

Tully sat down in the newest edition of Mr. Mularkeys favorite recliner. Kate is mad at me.

Why?

Marah called me last week and wanted to talk to me about a modeling thing in New York

Oh, boy.

I offered to help her talk to her folks about it, but the second Kate heard about it, she went wacko. She refused to even listen to Marah.

Marah is thirteen years old.

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Thats old enough to

No, Mrs. M. said crisply, then she smiled gently. I know youre just trying to help, Tully, but Kates right to try to protect Marah.

Marah hates her.

Thats how it seems with thirteen-year-old girls and their mothers. You dont know, maybe, because Cloud was so different, but girls and their mothers often go through a rough patch. You dont make it better by giving the kids everything they want.

Im not suggesting they should give her everything, but she has real talent. I think she could be a supermodel.

And if she were, what would happen?

Shed be rich and famous. She could be a millionaire by seventeen.

Mrs. M. leaned forward. Youre mega-rich, right?

Right.

Does that make you whole? Is success worth what Marah would give up for ither childhood, her innocence, her family? I have watched some of those made-for-TV movies about young models. Theres all kinds of drugs and sex and such around them.

Id watch out for her. What matters is that she has found something she loves. That should be nurtured, not ignored. And Im afraid Marah and Kate wont find their way back. You should hear how Marah talks about her.

Youre worried about Marah, Mrs. M. said, eyeing Tully over the rim of her glass. I think youre looking at the wrong player. Kate is the one who needs you now.

Kate?

The problems with Marah are eating her up alive. Those two have to figure out how to talk to each other without screaming or crying. She looked at Tully. And you need to be Katies friend first.

Are you saying its my fault?

Of course not. Im saying that Katie needs her best friend beside her. You two have always been each others armor and sword. I know how much Marah idolizes youand how much you like to be idolized. She smiled knowingly. But you cant take sides in this unless its Katies.

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I just wanted to

Shes not your daughter.

And there it was. Tully hadnt realized until just now, this second, what had driven her to get so involved. She loved Marah, sure, but there was more to it than that, wasnt there? And Mrs. M. had seen it. Marah was the perfect child for Tullygorgeous, ambitious, a little selfish. Best of all, she thought Tully was flawless. So, what do I say to Marah?

That she has her whole life in front of her. If shes as good and talented as you believe, shell make it when shes old enough to handle it.

Tully sat back in the recliner, sighing. How long do you think Kate will stay mad at me?

Mrs. M. laughed. You two have more ups and downs than an Internet stock. Everything will be fine. Just quit trying to be Marahs best friend and be there for Katie.

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Kate never tired of the view from her own back porch. Tonight, on this crisp late October evening, the sky above Seattle was an endless, starfilled black. In the glorious moonlight, every skyscraper looked sharp and distinct, so much so it was easy to imagine you could actually see the individual squares of glass and granite and steel.

Sounds were clearer here by the water as well. Maple leaves turned color and fell from the nearby trees, landing like quickened footsteps on the marshy ground,- squirrels scurried from branch to branch, no doubt gathering their food for a cold they sensed was drawing near, and as always there was the tide, moving forward and back against the shore with a rhythm connected to the faraway moon. Here, on her back porch, only the seasons changed, and each gave the landscape an amaz- 

ing new look. 

Only a few feet behind her, through an antique wooden door, the changes came fast enough to leave you breathless. Her teenage daughter was sprouting like a tree, blooming every day into another variation of who she would someday become. Moods twisted her up and left her

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looking sometimes like a girl whod just washed up onshore, unable to quite remember who she was and who she wanted to be.

Kates baby boys were growing up, too. Kindergartners now, they were beginning to make their own friends and choose their own clothes and selectively answer her questions. In the blink of an eye, they, too, would be approaching adolescence, pinning magazine pictures to their bedroom walls and demanding privacy.

So fast …

She stood on the porch a few minutes longer, until the sky was charcoal-gray and the stars appeared above the distant city, then she went back inside, locking the door behind her.

The house was quiet, empty downstairs. As she made her way through the living room, she picked up several toy dinosaurs that lay scattered in front of the TV.

Upstairs, she turned the doorknob quietly, opening the door to the boys room, expecting to see them sleeping. What she saw was a tent of sheets on Williams bed, and the telltale light from a flashlight glowing through the red and blue Star Wars images.

I know two little boys who are supposed to be asleep.

Giggles erupted from the makeshift tent.

Lucas was the first to emerge. With his spiky black hair and gaptoothed grin, he looked like Peter Pan being caught by Wendy. Hi, Mommy.

Lucas, William hissed from inside, pretend youre sleeping.

Kate went to the bed and gently pulled the sheets back.

William stared up at her, flashlight in one hand, gray plastic T. rex in the other. Oops, he said, then laughed.

Kate opened her arms. Give Mommy a hug.

They launched themselves at her, enthusiastic as always. She held them tightly, smelling the sweet, familiar baby shampoo scent of their hair. Do you guys need another bedtime story?

Read us about Max, Mommy, Lucas said.

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side of her. Then she opened Where the Wild Things Are and began to read. Max was halfway through his adventure when they fell asleep.

She tucked William in, kissed his cheek, and carried Lucas to his bed. Night, Mommy, he murmured as she put him down.

Night. She turned off the flashlight and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Across the hall, Marahs door was shut,- a slice of light ran beneath it.

She paused, wanting to go in, but it would just start another fight. Nothing Kate said or did was right anymore, and in the weeks since the modeling fiasco, it had grown even more tense. Instead, she knocked on the door, said, Lights out, Marah, and waited for her daughter to comply.

Then she walked down the hall and went into her own room.

Johnny was already in bed, reading. At her entrance, he glanced up. You look exhausted.

Marah, was all she said. All she had to say.

I think its more than that.

What do you mean?

Taking off his glasses, he set them on the nightstand and began gathering up the papers spread out around him. Without looking up, he said, Tully tells me youre still mad at her.

Kate could tell by his voice and the studious way he avoided looking at her that hed wanted to mention this for a while. Men, she thought. You had to be an anthropologist, studying clues to know what they were thinking. Shes the one who hasnt called.

But youre the one who is mad.

Kate couldnt deny that. Not crazy-mad or pissed off, just irritated. That crap she pulled with Marahs modeling … she could at least have admitted she was wrong.

Tully, apologize?

Kate couldnt help smiling. I know. I know. But how come I always have to be the one to let things go? How come I always have to make the first call?

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It was true,- always had been. Friendships were like marriages in that way. Routines and patterns were poured early and hardened like cement.

Kate went into the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and climbed into bed with him.

He turned off the bedside lamp and rolled over to face her. Moonlight shone through the window and illuminated his profile. He held his arm out, waiting for her to snuggle up to him. She felt a surge of love for him that was surprisingly sharp, given their years together. He knew her so well, and there was a cashmere comfort in that,- it wrapped around and warmed her.

No wonder Tully had so many sharp angles and harsh edges,- shed never let herself be softened by love, wrapped up in it. Without kids or a husband or a mothers love, shed grown selfish. And so, yet again, Kate would let go of her anger without an apology. She shouldnt have let it simmer so long anyway. It was remarkable how quickly time passed. Sometimes it felt as if theyd just had the blowup. What mattered now was not the words, spoken or withheld, but rather the years of friendship.

Thanks, she whispered. Tomorrow shed call Tully and invite her over to dinner. Like always, that would put an end to their fight. Theyd move effortlessly back onto the road of their friendship.

For what?

She kissed him gently, touched his cheek. Of all the views she loved, this mans face was her favorite. Everything.

On a gray, drizzly morning in mid-November, Kate turned her car into the middle school parking lot and joined the snakelike line of SUVs and minivans. In the stop-and-go traffic, she glanced to her right.

Marah sat slouched in the passenger seat, looking surly. Her expression and her mood had been dark ever since the blowup over the modeling class in New York.

Before, Kate now saw, there had been bricks between her and her daughter. Lately there was a wall.

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Usually it fell to Kate to smooth over any of the rough patches in the road their family traveled. She was the peacemaker, the referee, and the mediator, but nothing she said had worked. Marah had stayed angry for weeks now and it was taking a toll on Kate. She wasnt sleeping well. It pissed her off, too, these silent treatments, because she knew Marah was manipulating her, trying to break Kate down.

Are you excited about the banquet? she forced herself to ask. At least it was something to say. The whole eighth grade was excited about the winter banquet, as they should be. The parentsincluding Kate had expended a huge amount of effort to create a magical night for the kids.

Whatever, Marah said, looking out the window, obviously searching for friends in the crowd of kids outside the school. Youre not going to chaperone, are you?

Kate refused to be wounded by the remark. She told herself it was normal,- shed been telling herself that a lot lately. Im the decorations chairman. You know that. Im hardly going to work on this event for two months and then not see our work.

So youll be there, Marah said dully.

Dad and I both will. But youll still have fun.

Whatever.

Kate came to the drop-off lane and stopped. The Mularkey family school bus is here, she said. Behind her, the boys giggled at the familiar joke.

That is so totally lame, Marah said, rolling her eyes.

Kate turned to her daughter. Bye, honey. Have a nice day. Good luck on your social studies test.

Bye, Marah said, slamming the door.

Kate sighed and glanced in the rearview mirror. The twins were playing together in the backseat, making their plastic dinosaurs fight. Girls, she whispered under her breath, wondering why it was that adolescent girls simply had to be mean to their mothers. Clearly it was norrpal behavior,- shed spent enough time with her friends and peers to know that. So normal it was probably part of evolution. Maybe the

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species needed girls who thought they were grown up at thirteen for some bizarre, hidden reason.

A few minutes later she dropped the boys off at school (kissed them both goodbyein public) and began her own day. First off was a stop at Bainbridge Bakers, where she got a latte, then she dropped off some books at the library and headed down to Safeway. By ten-thirty, she was home again, standing in her kitchen, putting the groceries away.

Just as she was closing the fridge door, she heard the familiar Girlfriend Hour theme music coming from the TV in the living room, and she followed it. She rarely watched the show all the way throughhow could she, with her busy schedule?but she always turned it on so she knew what the episodes were about. Both Johnny and Tully sometimes quizzed her.

Kate hitched her leg over the end of the sofa and sat down.

On-screen, the theme music died down and Tully walked onto the cozy, were-just-a-couple-of-girls-hanging-out-in-your-family-room set. As usual, she looked beautiful. Last year shed decided to let her hair grow out into a sleek shoulder-length bob, and shed returned to her natural reddish-brown color. The sophisticated girl-next-door cut and color only emphasized her high cheekbones and chocolaty eyes. A few well-placed shots of collagen had given her perfect lips, which she coated in just a hint of gloss but almost no color.

Welcome back to The Girlfriend Hour, she was saying now, trying to be heard over the din of applause. Kate knew that people sometimes stood in line for six hours to be in the studio audience, and why not? The Hour, as it was called by fans and media alike now, was fun and breezy and occasionally even inspiring. No one ever quite knew what Tully would say or do next. It was part of what kept people tuning in, and Johnny made sure that everything ran like a well-oiled machine. True to her word, Tully had made them all rich, and Johnny, in turn, always made Tully look good.

Tully sat onstage, in the cream-colored chair that was hers. The pale color made her look more vibrant, larger than life. She leaned forward to talk intimately with both the audience and the camera.

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Kate was instantly hooked. While she watched Tully reveal her makeup and hair secrets to the rest of America, Kate paid bills and dusted the Levolor blinds and folded laundry. After the show, she clicked off the television and sat down again to work on her Christmas list. She was so engrossed in this project, it took her a moment to realize her phone was ringing. She glanced around, saw the cordless phone on the floor under a pile of Legos, and answered it. Hello?

Kate, is this you?

Yes.

Thank goodness. Its Ellen, from Woodward. Im calling because Marah isnt in her fourth-period class. If you forgot to sign her out, thats

I didnt forget, Kate said, realizing how sharp she sounded. Sorry, Ellen. Marah is supposed to be in class. Let me guess: Emily Allen and Sharyl Burton are absent, too.

Oh, boy, Ellen said. Do you know where they are?

I have a pretty good idea. When I find them Ill call you. Thanks, Ellen.

Sorry, Kate.

She hung up the phone and glanced at the clock: 12:42.

It didnt take an advanced degree to figure out where the girls were. Today was Thursday, the day the new movies opened at the Pavillion. Coincidentally that new teen queenKate couldnt remember her namehad a new movie out.

Kate grabbed her purse and headed out, pulling into the Pavillion lot at just before one. Trying not to be royally pissed took some real effort, and by the time shed spoken to the manager, walked through the darkened theaters, found the girls, and herded them back into the lobby, she was losing the battle.

But her anger was nothing compared to her daughters.

I cant believe you did that, Marah said when they reached the parking lot.

Kate ignored the tone and said tightly, I told you you could see the Saturday matinee with your friends.

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If my room was clean.

Kate didnt bother to answer. Come on, girls. Out to the car. Theyre waiting for you at school.

The girls climbed quietly into the backseat, murmuring how sorry they were.

Im not sorry, Marah said, slamming her door and yanking her seat belt into place. We only missed dumb old algebra.

Starting the car, Kate drove out of the parking lot and onto the main road. You are supposed to be in school. Period.

Oh. Like youd never take me out of class to see a movie, Marah said. I must have dreamed I saw Harry Potter on a school day.

In the no-good-deed-goes-unpunished category, Kate said, trying not to raise her voice.

Marah crossed her arms. Tully would understand.

Kate pulled into the circular drive in front of the middle school and parked. Okay, girls, theyre waiting for you at the office.

Emily groaned. My moms gonna flip out.

When they were alone in the car, Kate turned to her daughter.

Dad would understand, Marah said. He knows how much movies and modeling mean to me.

You think so? Kate pulled out her cell phone and hit the speed-dial list, then handed it to Marah. Tell him.

Y-you tell him.

I didnt skip school and go to the movies. She held the phone out.

Marah took it, put it to her ear. Daddy? Marahs voice instantly softened and tears filled her eyes.

Kate felt a clutch of jealousy. How was it that Johnny had maintained such a lovely relationship with their daughter when it was Kate who was practically the kids indentured servant?

Guess what, Daddy? Remember that movie I told you about, the one where the girl finds out that her aunt is really her mom? I went to see it today and it was totally … What? Oh. Her voice fell to a nearwhisper. During fourth period, but … I know. She listened for a few moments and then sighed. Okay. Bye, Dad. Marah hung up the phone

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and handed it back to Kate. For a split second, she was a little girl again. I cant go see the movie this weekend.

Kate wanted nothing more than to seize the instants possibility and pull Marah into her arms for a hug, to hang on to her little girl for just a moment and say, I loveyau, but she didnt dare. Motherhood at times like thismost timeswas about the steel in your spine, not the bend. Maybe next time youll think about the consequences of an action.

Someday Ill be a famous actress and Ill tell the TV that you were totally no help at all. None. Ill give all the credit to Aunt Tully, who believes in me. She got out of the car and started walking.

Kate followed, fell into step beside her. I believe in you.

Marah snorted. Ha. You never let me do anything, but as soon as I can Im moving in with Tully.

When hell freezes over, she muttered under her breath. Thankfully, she and her daughter had no more opportunity to speak. When they stepped into the school, the principal was waiting for them.

The summer before Marah started high school was hands down the worst summer of Kates life. A thirteen-year-old daughter in middle school had been bad,- in retrospect, though, it looked a hell of a lot better from a distance. A fourteen-year-old girl getting ready for high school was worse.

It didnt help that for the last year Johnny had been working sixty hours a week, either.

You are not going to wear jeans that show the crack of your butt to school, Kate said, striving to keep her voice even. In her busy end-ofthe-summer schedule, shed budgeted four hours to buy Marahs school clothes. Theyd been in the mall two hours already and the only thing in their arms was hostility.

Everyone is wearing these jeans at the high school.

Everyone except you, then. Kate pressed a pair of fingertips to her throbbing temples. She was vaguely aware of the boys running through the store like banshees, but she let that go for now. If she was lucky,

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maybe security would come and lock her up for failing to control her children. Right now a little solitary confinement sounded heavenly.

Marah threw the jeans on a rounder and stomped off.

Do you even know how to walk away anymore? Kate muttered, following her daughter.

By the time they were finished, Kate felt like Russell Crowe in Gladiator-. beaten, bloodied, but alive. No one was happy. The boys were whining over the Lord oj the Rings action figures shed denied them, Marah was fuming over the jeans she hadnt gotten and the practically see-through blouse that had also gotten away, and Kate was angry that school shopping could so drain her energy. The only good news was that shed drawn her line in the sand and defended it. Kate hadnt completely won the day, but neither had Marah.

On the drive home from Silverdale, the car was divided into two discernible halves: the backseat was noisy, boisterous, and full of fighting; the front seat was frigid and silent. Kate kept trying to make conversation with her daughter, but every sentence was an unreturned volley,- by the time theyd turned down the gravel driveway and parked in the garage, she felt utterly defeated. That vague triumph over holding the line, being a mother and not a friend, had lost its luster.

Behind her, the boys unhooked their seat belts and climbed over each other in their haste to get out. Kate knew that whoever got to the living room first controlled the remote.

Take it easy, she said, glancing at them in the rearview mirror.

They were tangled together like lion cubs trying to crawl out of a hole.

She turned to Marah. You got some lovely things today.

Marah shrugged. Yeah.

You know, Marah, life is full of Kate stopped herself midsentence and almost laughed. Shed been about to offer one of her mothers life-is speeches.

What?

Compromises. You can go around seeing what you did get, or you

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can focus on what you didnt. The choice you make will ultimately determine what kind of woman you become.

I just want to fit in, Marah said in a voice that was unexpectedly small. It reminded Kate how young her daughter really was, and how frightening it was to start high school.

Kate reached out, gently tucked some hair behind Marahs ear. Believe me, I remember the feeling. I had to wear cheap, secondhand clothes to school when I was your age. The kids used to make fun of me.

So you know what I mean.

I know what you mean, but you cant get everything you want. Its that simple.

Its a pair of jeans, Mom. Not world peace.

Kate looked at her daughter. For once, she wasnt scowling or turning away. Im sorry we fight so much.

Yeah.

Maybe we could sign you up for that new modeling class, after all. The one in Seattle.

Marah jumped on that scrap like a hungry dog. Youll finally let me go off-island? The next session starts Tuesday. I checked. Tully said shed pick me up from the ferry. Marah smiled sheepishly. Weve been talking about it.

Oh, you have, have you?

Daddy said it would be okay if I kept my grades up.

He knows, too? And no one talks to me? Who am I, Hannibal Lecter?

You get mad pretty easily these days.

And whose fault is that?

Can I go?

Kate had no choice, really. Okay. But if your grades

Marah launched herself out of her seat and into Kates arms. She

held her daughter tightly, reveling in the moment. She couldnt remember the last time Marah had initiated a hug.

Long after Marah had run into the house, Kate was still sitting in the

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car, staring after her daughter, wondering if the modeling class was a good idea. That was the sly, ruinous thing about motherhood, the thing that twisted your insides with guilt and made you change your mind and lower your standards: giving in was so damned easy.

It wasnt that she didnt want Marah to take the classes, precisely. Itl was that she didnt want Marah on that difficult road so young. Rejec-J tions, corruption, beauty that went no deeper than the skin, drugs, andl anorexia. All that lay beneath the surface of the modeling world. Self-esteem and body image were too fragile in the teen years. God knew al girl could fall off the track even without the burden of constant beauty-J based rejection.

In short, Kate wasnt afraid her gorgeous daughter wouldnt make itl in the world of runways and taped-on clothing. Rather, she was afraid) she would, and then her childhood would be lost.

Finally, she left the car and went inside, muttering, I should have| held firm.

The mothers lament. She was trying to figure out how to backtrack (impossible now) when the phone rang. Kate didnt even bother answering. In these last few weeks of summer, shed learned one true thing: teenage girls lived on the phone.

Mom! Its Grandma for you, Marah screamed down the stairs. But dont take too long. Gabe is gonna call me.

She picked up the phone and heard the exhalation of smoke on the other end. Smiling, she ignored the groceries and plopped onto the couch, curling up under an afghan that still smelled like her mother. Hey, Mom.

You sound terrible.

You can tell that from my breathing?

You have a teenage daughter, dont you?

Believe me, I was never this bad.

Mom laughed; it was a horsey, hacking sound. I guess you dont remember all the times you told me to butt out of your life and then slammed the door in my face.

The memory was vague but not impossible to recall. Im sorry, Mom.

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There was a pause. Then Mom said, Thirty years.

Thirty years what?

Thats how long before youll get an apology, too, but you know whats great?

Kate groaned. That I might not live that long?

That youll know shes sorry long before she does. Mom laughed. And when she needs you to babysit, shell really love you.

Kate knocked on Marahs door, heard a muffled, Come in.

She went inside. Trying to ignore the clothes and books and junk scattered everywhere, she picked her way to the white four-poster bed, where Marah sat, knees drawn up, talking on the phone. Could I talk to you for a minute?

Marah rolled her eyes. I gotta go, Gabe. My mom wants to talk to me. Later. To Kate, she said, What?

Kate sat on the edge of the bed, remembering suddenly all the times this very scene had played out in her own teenage years. Her mother had started every reconciliation with a life-is speech.

She smiled at the memory.

What?

I know weve been fighting a lot lately, and Im sorry about that. Most of the time its because I love you and I want the best for you.

And the rest of the time, whats it about then?

Because youve really pissed me off.

Marah smiled at that, just a little, and sidled left to make room for Katie, just as Kate had once done for her own mother.

She moved more fully onto the bed and cautiously reached down to hold her daughters hand. There were lots of things she could say right now, conversations she could try to knit out, but instead she just sat there, holding her daughters hand. It was the first quiet, connected moment theyd spent together in years and it filled her with hope. I love you, Marah, she said finally. It was you, more than anyone else, who showed me what love could be. When they put you in my arms for the

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first time … She paused, feeling her throat tighten. Her love for this child was so enormous, so overwhelming. Sometimes in the day-to-day war zone of adolescence, she almost forgot that. She smiled. Anyway, I was thinking we should do something special together.

Like what?

Like the anniversary party for Dads show.

You mean it? Marah had been begging for this opportunity for weeks. Kate had repeatedly said she was too young.

We could go shopping together, get our hair done, get beautiful dresses

I love you, Marah said, hugging her.

She held on to her daughter, reveling in the moment.

Can I tell Emily?

Before Kate had even said, Sure, Marah was reaching for the phone, punching in numbers. As she headed for the door and closed it behind her, she heard Marah said, Em, you wont believe this. Guess where Im going on Saturday

Kate closed the door and went to her own room, thinking about how quickly things changed with kids. One minute you were an old Eskimo woman, floating away from everyone, forgotten,- the next you were climbing Mount Rainier, stabbing your flag in the snow. The changes could leave you dizzy sometimes, and the only way to survive was to enjoy the good moments and not dwell too much on the bad.

Youre smiling, Johnny said when she entered the room. He was sitting up in bed, wearing the drugstore reading glasses hed grudgingly purchased.

Is that so remarkable?

Frankly, yes.

She laughed. I guess it is. Marah and I had a bad week. She got invited to an overnight party with boysI still cant believe itand I told her she couldnt go.

So why the smile?

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it. Shopping, manicures, haircuts, the works. Well need to get a suite at the hotel, or get a rollaway.

Ill be the luckiest guy in the room, he said.

Kate smiled at him, feeling hopeful for the first time in longer than she could remember. She and Marah would have a perfect motherdaughter evening. Maybe it would finally tear down that wall between them.

Tully should have been on top of the world. Tonight was the anniversary party for her show. Dozens of people had been working for months to make it the event of the year in Seattle. Not only were the locals expected to attend, but the RSVPs indicated a celebrity-studded night. In short, everyone who was anyone would be here, and they were coming to honor her, to applaud her phenomenal success.

She glanced around the glittery, traditional ballroom of the Olympic Hotel. Actually, she thought it was called something else these days chains kept acquiring and selling the propertybut to Seattleites, it was and would always be the Olympic.

The room was full of her peers, her colleagues, her partners, many of her A-list celebrity guests, and a few of her key employees. Everyone she saw raised a glass in celebration. They all loved her.

And not one of them really knew her.

There it was. Edna had been unable to come, and Grant hadnt even returned her phone call. The latest tabloid shed read claimed he was marrying some starlet, and although the news shouldnt bother Tully, it did. It made her feel old and lonely, especially tonight. How was it that shed reached this age alone? Without a special person with whom she could share her life?

A waiter passed by her and she tapped his shoulder, snagging a second glass of champagne from his tray. Thanks, she said, flashing the Tallulah Hart smile, looking around the ballroom for the Ryans. They still werent here. She was drifting in a sea of acquaintances.

She downed the champagne and went in search of another drink.

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The day of beauty with her daughter was everything Kate had hoped it would be. For the first time in ages, they didnt fight. Marah even listened to Kates opinions on things. After theyd chosen their gownsa one-shouldered black silk gown for Kate and a beautiful pink chiffon strapless one for Marahthey checked into the Gene Juarez day spa, where they got manicures and pedicures, haircuts, and their makeup done.

Now they were in Marahs bedroom in the suite at the Olympic. Crowded into the bathroom, they stood side by side, studying themselves in the mirror.

Kate knew shed never forget the sight of them so close together: the tall, gangly daughter with the exquisite face, smiling so broadly her eyes tilted up, with her skinny arm around Kates bare shoulder.

We totally rock, Marah said.

Kate smiled. Totally.

Marah kissed her cheek impulsively, said, Thanks, Mom, and grabbed her beaded evening bag from the bed on her way to the door. Here I come, Daddy, she said, opening it, stepping into the sitting room.

Marah, she heard him say, whistling. Youre gorgeous.

Kate followed her daughter into the room. She knew she wasnt as shapely as shed once been, or quite as pretty, but in this dress, with Johnnys diamond-heart necklace at her throat, she felt beautiful, and when she saw the way her husband smiled, she felt sexy, too.

Wow, he said, coming toward her. Leaning close, he kissed her. You look hot, Mrs. Ryan.

You, too, Mr. Ryan.

Laughing, the three of them left the room and went down to the ballroom, where hundreds of people were already celebrating.

Look, Mom, Marah whispered, sidling close. Its Brad and Jennifer. And theres Christina. Wow. I cant wait to call Emily.

Johnny took Kates hand and led her through the crowd to the bar, where he got two drinks and a Coke for Marah.

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Then they eased back and stood there, sipping their drinks and surveying the crowd.

Even in a room like this, Tully stood out in a flowing silk gown the color of Burmese emeralds. She sailed toward them, waving, her gown rippling behind her. You guys look fabulous, she gushed, laughing.

Kate couldnt help noticing that Tully appeared a little unsteady on her feet already. Are you okay?

Couldnt be better. Johnny, we need to say a few things onstage after dinner. Then well go to the dance floor to get the ball rolling?

Dont you have a date? Johnny asked.

Tullys smile faltered. Marah can be my date for the evening. You dont mind if I borrow her, do you, Katie?

Well

Why should she care? Marah said, gazing at Tully in adoration. She sees me every day.

Tully leaned close to Marah. Ashton is here. Do you want to meet him?

Marah practically swooned. Are you kidding?

Kate watched them walk away, hand in hand, heads cocked together like a pair of cheerleaders talking about the captain of the football team.

After that, the night lost some of its luster for Kate. Sipping her champagne, she followed her husband around the room, smiling when she was supposed to, laughing when it seemed appropriate, saying, Im an at-home mom, when asked, and watching how those few wordsa sentence that made her so proudcould kill a conversation.

All the while, she watched Tully pretend that Marah was her daughter, introducing her to one celebrity after another, letting her have sips of her champagne.

When it was finally time for dinner, Kate took her place at the head table, with Johnny on one side of her and the president of Syndiworld on the other. Tully held court all through the meal. There was no other way to describe it. She was lively, animated, funny,- every person seated around herespecially Marahseemed awestruck.

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Kate tried not to let any of it get to her. A few times she even tried to get her daughters attention, but it was impossible to compete with Tully.

Finally, she couldnt stand it anymore. She made an excuse to Johnny and headed for the bathroom. In line, every woman there seemed to be talking about Tully, remarking on how gorgeous she looked.

And did you see the girl shes with

I think its her daughter.

No wonder they look so close.

I wish my daughter treated me like that.

So do I, Kate murmured too quietly to be heard. She stared at herself in the mirror, seeing a woman whod done her best to look beautiful for her husband and daughter, only to fade into the wallpaper beside her best friend. She knew it was ridiculous to feel so hurt and excluded. It wasnt her night, after all. Still … shed had such high hopes.

That was her mistake.

Shed pinned her happiness to a teenage girls chest. Idiot. The realization made her almost smile. She certainly knew better than that. Feeling better, more in control of her silly emotions, she headed back to the party.

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Tully shouldnt have drunk so much. She stood on the stage, holding Johnnys hand to keep herself steady. Thank you all, she said, flashing her smile to the crowd. The Girlfriend Hour is so successful because of you. She lifted a glass to everyone, and they answered with applause. It occurred to her in a burst that her sentence hadnt been quite right, had maybe made no sense, but since she couldnt remember what shed said, it was hard to tell.

She turned to Johnny, put her arm around him. Its our turn to dance.

The band started up,- they were playing a slow song. Tully took his hand and led him out to the dance floor. She was still laughing when she recognized the song: Crazy for You.

Touch me once and youll know its true.

It was the song he and Kate had first danced to at their wedding.

Tully tilted her head and looked up at him,- suddenly she was remembering what she shouldnt remember: the last time shed danced in his arms. The song had been Didnt We Almost Have it All? and when the dance was over, hed kissed her. If shed chosen differently back then, reached for love instead of fame, maybe he would have loved her, given her Marah and a home.

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In the pale golden light from the oldfashioned chandelier, he looked as handsome as shed ever seen him. He had the kind of dark Irish looks that only improved with age. Somehow the way he looked at her, so seriously, reminded her of the old days, when hed been just a little broken by life, and shed made him laugh for that one romantic night.

You always were a good dancer, she said, and as she said it, she fell a little flare of caution go up. She was drunk,- she needed to draw awaj but it felt so good to be in a mans arms, and it wasnt like anything would happen.

He twirled her easily around and pulled her close again.

The crowd clapped in approval.

I shouldnt have had so much champagne. I cant follow your lead. |

Following has never been your strong suit.

And with those few words, she remembered all of it again, the de| tails. Memories came crashing through the walls shed built to contair them. She stopped and looked up at him. What happened to us?

Was there ever an us, Tully, really? he asked quietly. The way said it, so easily, so quickly, made her wonder if hed been wanting tc ask the question for years. She couldnt tell if his smile was rueful or in] dulgent,- all she knew was that they were no longer dancing, but he hadnt let her go.

I wouldnt let there be.

Kate thinks I never got over you.

Tully knew that, had always known it. Without ever actually talking about their shared past with Johnny, she and Kate had tucked it away in the name of friendship. There in the dark was where it should remain, but as always with Tully, booze and loneliness weakened her, and so, despite her best intentions, she found herself asking, Did you?

By the time Kate returned to the party, the band had begun to play. Crazy for You. The song always made her smile. At the entrance to the ballroom,

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she paused, looking around. The dinner tables were emptying out. Lines were forming again at the bar. She saw Marah in the corner, talking to a remarkably skinny girl in a dress that was smaller than a handkerchief.

Perfect.

Tamping down a flare of irritation, she kept moving. That was when she caught a flash of emerald-green silk and the world seemed to drop away from her.

Tully was on the dance floor, hanging all over Johnny. He held her with an easy familiarity, as if theyd spent a lifetime together. Although they should have been dancing, they were just standing there, a still pair amid the colorful swirl of the other dancers. Tully was looking up at him as if shed just asked him to take her to bed.

Kate couldnt draw a breath. For a terrible moment, she thought she might be sick.

You were always bis second choice. .

She knew that,- making peace with it over the years was not the same as changing it.

The song ended and Johnny stepped back from Tully. Turning, he saw Kate. Through the jeweled array of gowns, their gazes met. There, in front of anyone who might be watching, she started to cry. Embarrassed, she walked out of the ballroom.

Okay, she ran.

Downstairs, at the elevators, she pushed the button impatiently. Come on … come on … She didnt want anyone to see her crying.

The bell rang and the door opened. She stepped inside, backing up against the wall, and crossed her arms. It took long seconds of impatient waiting to realize shed forgotten to press a button.

The doors were about to close when a hand pushed through.

Go away, she said to her husband.

We were dancing.

Ha! Kate pressed the button for their floor, then wiped her eyes.

He stepped inside. Youre being ridiculous.

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The elevator whisked them to their floor,- doors opened. She walked away from him. Fuck you, she yelled behind her, finding her key and opening her door. She went into the room, slammed the door shut be-f hind her.

Then she waited.

And waited.

Maybe be went to Tully

No.

She didnt really believe that. Her husband might carry a torch for Tully, but he was an honorable man, and Tully was her best friend.

That was what shed somehow forgotten in her jealous snit.

She opened the door, saw him sitting in the hallway, one leg stretched out, his bow tie hanging slack around his throat. Youre still here.

You have our key. I hope youre going to apologize.

She went to him, knelt beside him. Im sorry.

I cant believe youd think



I dont.

She took his hand and pulled him to his feet. Dance with me, she said, hating the tiny emphasis she put on me.

Theres no music.

She put her arms around his neck and started to sway her hips, slowly moving closer toward him until his back was to the wall and she was pressing against him.

She unzipped her dress, let it fall to the floor.

Johnny glanced down the hallway. Katie! He opened her purse, got the key, and opened the door. They hurried into their room and fell onto the sofa, kissing with a passion that felt both familiar and new.

I love you, he said, moving his hand down toward her panties. Try not to forget it, okay?

She was too breathless to answer, so she nodded and unzipped his pants, shoving the fabric aside. She vowed to herself that she wouldnt let her insecurities run rampant again, wouldnt forget his love.

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Two weeks later, Tully stood at the window of her enormous office, staring out. Shed known for ages that something was missing in her life. Shed hoped that moving back to Seattle and starting her own show would somehow fill that empty place inside of her, but she hadnt been so lucky. Now she was simply more famous, endlessly wealthy, and still vaguely dissatisfied.

As always when she was unhappy, she turned to her career for the fix. It had taken her a while to come up with the answer, a course of action that would challenge and fulfill her, but in the end, shed figured it out.

Youre insane, Johnny said, pacing in front of the window that looked out over Elliott Bay. Format is king in television. You know that. Our ratings are second only to Oprah, and last year you were nominated for an Emmy. Companies cant line up fast enough to provide giveaways and promos to our audience. These are indicators of success.

I know, she said, distracted for a moment by her own reflection. In the window glass, she looked thin and worn out. But Im not a rulefollower, you know that. I need to shake things up a bit. Mix it around. A live show would do that.

Why do you need to do this? What more do you want?

That was the $64,000 question. Why was it that she never had enough? And how could she possibly make Johnny, of all people, understand?

Kate would understand, even if she disagreed, but her best friend was too busy lately to talk much. Maybe that was part of what was wrong. She felt … disconnected from Kate. Their lives were on such different paths these days. Theyd hardly spoken since the anniversary party. Youre going to have to trust me on this, Johnny.

It could turn all Jerry Springer in an instant, and our credibility would be shot to hell. He moved in toward her, frowning slightly. Talk to me, Tul.

You couldnt understand, she said, giving him the only truth she knew.

Try me.

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I need to make a mark.

Twenty million viewers watch you every day,- whats that, nothing?

You have Katie and the kids.

She saw when understanding dawned. He gave her the poor-Tully look,- no matter how far she ran or high she climbed, that look seemed somehow to follow her. Oh.

I need to try this, Johnny. Will you help me?

When have I ever let you down?

Only when you married my best friend.

He laughed and headed for the door. One try, Tully. Then we assess. Fair enough?

Fair enough.

The deal stayed with her in the weeks that followed. She put her nose to the grindstone and worked like a maniac, giving up her evermeager pretense of a social life.

Now, finally, the moment of truth had arrived, and she was worried. What if Johnny was right and her brilliant idea degenerated into melodrama?

There was a knock at her office door.

Come in, she said.

Her assistant, Helen, a recent graduate of Stanford, poked her head in. Dr. Tillman is here. Hes in the green room. I put the McAdams family in the employee lunchroom and Christy is in Teds office.

Thanks, Helen, she said distractedly as the door closed.

Shed almost forgotten how this felt, the scary/exhilarating feeling that you might fail. The past years had given her such insulation. Now it was as if she were new again, starting out, trying something only she believed in.

She checked herself in the mirror one last time, pulled the white makeup protector away from her collar, and headed for the studio. Onstage she found Johnny doing about ten things at once, barking out orders.

You ready? he asked.

Honestly? I dont know.

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He walked over, talking into his headpiece as he neared. Pulling the mic away from his mouth, he said quietly to her alone, Youll be great, you know. I trust you.

Thanks. I needed to hear that. Just be yourself. Everyone loves you.

At his signal, the audience began streaming into the studio. Tully ducked backstage and waited for her cue. When the red lights lit up, she walked onstage.

As always, she stood there a moment, smiling, letting the strangers applause wash through her, fill her to overflowing.

Today we have a very special show for you. My guest, Dr. Wesley Tillman, is a noted psychiatrist who specializes in addiction recovery and family counseling …

Behind her, a huge screen played a film clip of an overweight man with thinning hair. He was trying not to cry, and losing the battle. My wife is a good woman, Tallulah. Weve been married for twenty years and we have two beautiful children. The problem is … He paused, wiping his eyes. Booze. It used to be just cocktail hour with friends,

but lately …

The clip showed the disintegration of a family in sound and images.

When it ended, Tully turned back to the audience. She could see how moved they were by the piece. Several women already looked close to tears. Mr. McAdams is like too many of us, living lives of quiet desperation because of a loved ones addiction. He swears that hes tried everything to convince his wife to go into treatment and quit drinking. Today, with Dr. T.llmans help, were going to try something radical. Mrs. McAdams is backstage, alone, right now. She believes shes won a trip to the Bahamas and is here to collect it. In fact, though, her familywith Dr. T.llmans professional helpis going to confront her about her alcoholism. Our hope is that we can force her to see the truth and seek treatment.

There was a moment of silence in the audience.

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Then applause.

It was all Tully could do not to laugh. She glanced over at Johnny, who was standing in the shadows by Camera 1, giving her a boyish grinl and a thumbs-up.

This would help her, fill her up. She would genuinely help this family! and America would love her for it.

She stepped back to introduce her guests and from that moment on,I the show moved forward like a runaway train. Everyone in the rooml climbed aboard and loved the ride,- they clapped, they moaned, theyl cheered, they cried. Like an expert ringmaster, Tully controlled it all.I She was in the zone,- no doubt about it. This was as good as shed ever| been on TV.

Winter came all at once that November, settling over the island in a gray and rainy pall. Naked trees shivered in the cold, clung to their blackened, dying leaves as if to let go would mean defeat. Fog rose from the Sound, morning after morning, obscuring the view and changing ordinary noises into muffled, faraway echoes. Ferries honked as they I came in and out of port, the sound a mournful dirge in the haze.

It should have provided the perfect setting in which to write a gothic thriller. At least that was what Kate told herself when she began, secretly, to write again.

Unfortunately, it wasnt as easy as she remembered.

She reread what shed just written, then sighed and hit the delete key, watching the letters blink out of existence one by one until she was left once more with a blank blue screen. She tried to come up with a better way to say it, but only more cliches came to her. The tiny white cursor mocked her, waited.

Finally, she pushed away from her desk and stood up. She was too tired to imagine worlds and people and dramatic events right now. It was time to make dinner anyway.

Lately it seemed that she was always exhausted, and yet, when she went to bed she rarely slept well.

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She flicked off the light in Johnnys office, closed up her laptop, and went downstairs.

Johnny looked up from The New York Times. eBay suck you in again?

She laughed. Of course. Were the boys good?

He leaned forward, tousled their hair. As long as I sing along with poor unfortunate souls, theyre happy as clams.

She couldnt help smiling at that. Little Mermaid was this weeks favorite movie. That meant they watched it every day if they could.

The front door banged open and Marah was home, looking excited. Youll never guess what happened to me today.

Johnny put down his paper. What?

Christopher, Jenny, Josh, and I are going to the Tacoma Dome to see Nine Inch Nails. Can you believe it? Josh asked me.

Kate took a deep breath. Shed learned to react slowly with Marah.

A concert, huh? Johnny said. Who are these kids? How old are they?

Josh and Chris are juniors. And dont worry, well wear our seat belts.

When is the concert? he asked.

Tuesday.

On a school night? You think youre going on a date, with a junior, to a concert, on a school night. Kate looked at Johnny. Thats wrong on so many levels.

When does it start? Johnny asked.

Nine. We should be home by two oclock.

Kate couldnt help herself: she laughed. She had no idea how her husband could stay so reasonable. Should be home by two oclock? You must be joking, Marah. Youre fourteen years old.

Jennys fourteen and she gets to go. Daddy? Marah turned to Johnny. You have to let me go.

Youre too young, he said. Sorry.

Im not too young. Everyone gets to do stuff like this except me.

Kates heart went out to Marah. She remembered being in a hurry to grow up, how sharp that need could be in a girl. I know you think were too strict, Marah, but sometimes life

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Oh, please. Not another lame life-is speech. With a snort, she ran upstairs and slammed her bedroom door shut.

Kate felt a wave of exhaustion so profound she almost sat down. Instead, she looked at her husband. Im so glad I came downstairs.

Johnny smiled. It came easily, too. How was it that he could do the same battles with Marah that Kate did, but manage to come out unscathed? And loved? Your timing with her is always impeccable. He stood up, kissed her. I love you, he said simply.

She knew it was meant to be a Band-Aid, those words, and she appreciated it.

Ill go make dinner and then try talking to her. Give her some time to cool down.

He sat back down, returned to his paper. Call Jennys mom and tell her shes an idiot.

Ill leave that to you. She went into the kitchen and started dinner. For almost an hour, she lost herself in slicing vegetables for stir-fry, and making Marahs favorite teriyaki marinade. At six oclock, she tossed the salad, put the biscuits in the oven, and set the table. Usually that was Marahs job, setting the table, but there was no point in asking for help tonight.

Okay, she said, coming back into the living room, where Johnny was sprawled on the floor with his boys, building something out of Legos. Im going in.

Johnny looked up. The Kevlar vest is in the coat closet.

In the comforting wake of his laughter, Kate went upstairs. At the closed door to her daughters room, which sported a yellow KEEP OUT sign, she paused, steeling herself, then knocked.

There was no answer.

Marah? she said after a moment. I know youre upset, but we need to talk about this.

She waited, knocked again, and opened the door.

In the jumble of clothes and books and movies, it took Kate a moment to process what she was seeing.

An empty room.

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With an open window.

Just to be sure, she checked everywherein the closet, under the bed, behind the chair. She checked the bathroom, too, and the boys room and even her own. By the time shed searched the entire upstairs, her heart was pounding so fast she felt light-headed. At the top of the stairs, she held onto the banister for support. Shes gone, she said, hearing the crack in her voice.

Johnny looked up. Huh?

Shes gone. I think she climbed out her window and went down the trellis.

He was on his feet in a second. Son of a bitch.

He ran outside. Kate followed.

They stood beneath her bedroom window, seeing where her weight had broken the white wooden trellis and ripped through the ivy. Son of a bitch, Johnny said again. We need to start calling everyone she knows.

Even on a cold night like this, Tully loved being on the deck of her condo. It was a big, stone-tiled space that had been designed to replicate an Italian villas terrace. Big, leafy trees grew from terra-cotta planters, their branches strung with tiny white lights.

She went to the railing and stared out. From here, she could hear the bump and grind of the city far below and smell the salty air of the Sound. In the distance, beyond the expanse of gray water, she could see the forested outline of Bainbridge Island.

What were the Ryans doing tonight? she wondered. Were they gathered around that big oldfashioned trestle table of theirs, playing board games? Or maybe Marah and Kate were curled up on the couch together, talking about boys. Or maybe she and Johnny had stolen a moment together to kiss

The phone rang in her apartment. It was just as well. Thinking about Kates family only made Tully feel more lonely.

She went through the open pocket doors and closed them behind her, then answered the phone. Hello?

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Tully? It was Johnny. His voice was tight, unfamiliar.

She was immediately worried. What is it?

Marah ran away. We dont know when exactly, probably about an hour and fifteen minutes ago. Have you heard from her?

No. I havent. Why did she run away? Before Johnny could answer, Tullys doorman buzzed her. Just a second, Johnny. Hold on. She ran to the intercom, pressed it. What is it, Edmond?

Theres a Marah Ryan here to see you.

Send her up. Tully released the button. Shes here, Johnny.

Thank God, he said. Shes there, honey. Shes fine. Well be right over, Tully. Dont let her leave.

Dont worry. Tully hung up the phone and went to the door. As the penthouse unit, hers was the only door on this side of the building, so she opened it and stood there, trying to look surprised when Marah stepped out of the elevator.

Hey, Aunt Tully, Im sorry to come here so late.

This isnt late. Come on in. She stood back, let Marah enter the condo first. As always, she was struck by her goddaughters remarkable beauty. Like most girls her age, she was too thin, a jangle of points and hollows, but none of that mattered. She was the kind of girl whod be called coltish until she was thirty,- that was when shed settle into her body like royalty.

Tully went to her. What happened?

Marah flopped onto the couch and sighed dramatically. I got invited to a concert.

Tully sat beside her. Uh-huh.

At the Tacoma Dome.

Uh-huh.

On a school night. Marah gave her a sideways glance. The boy who asked me is a junior.

Thats, what, sixteen, seventeen?

Seventeen.

Tully nodded. I went to see Wings in the Kingdome when I was about your age. Whats the trauma?

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My parents think Im too young.

They said no?

How lame is that? Everyone gets to do stuff like this except me. My mom wont even let me drive with boys who have their license. She still picks me up from school every day.

Well, sixteen-year-old boys are notoriously bad drivers, and sometimes its not … safe to be alone with them. She thought about that night in the woods, all those years ago. Your mom is just protecting you.

But well be in a group.

A group. Thats different. Nothing can happen as long as you all stay together.

I know. I think shes worried about their driving.

Oh. Well, I could take you guys in a limo.

Youd do that?

Sure. Solves all the problems. Chaperone. Driver. Well have a blast. Ill make sure no one gets hurt.

Marah sighed. It wont work.

Why not?

Because my mom is a bitch and I hate her.

That caught Tully off guard, shocked her so much that she couldnt think of what to say. Marah

I mean it. She treats me as if Im a child. She doesnt respect my privacy. She tries to pick my friends and tell me what I can do. No makeup, no thongs, no belly ring, no staying out after eleven, no tattoos. I cant wait to get away from her. Believe me, once I graduate, its sayonara, Mom. Im going straight to Hollywood to be a star like you.

That last bit flattered Tully so much she almost forgot what had preceded it. She had to force herself back on track. Youre not being fair to your mom. Girls your age are more vulnerable than you think. A long time ago, when I was your age and thought I was invincible, I

Youd let me go to the concert if you were my mom.

Yes, but

I wish you were my mom.

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Tully was surprised by how deeply she felt those words. They found a soft spot inside her. You two will get past this, Marah. Youll see.

No, we wont.

For the next hour Tully tried to crack through Marahs anger, but it was a durable shell, impossible to breach. She was stunned by how easily Marah claimed to hate Katie, afraid that these two would never repair their damaged relationship. If there was one thing Tully knew, it was how ruined you could be without a mothers love.

Finally, the intercom buzzed and Edmonds voice came through-. The Ryans, Ms. Hart.

They know Im here? Marah said, popping to her feet.

It couldnt have been hard to figure out, Tully said, going to the intercom. Let them up, Edmond. Thanks.

Theyre going to kill me, Marah said, pacing, wringing her hands, and all at once she was a child again, gangly and tall and gorgeous, but still a child, scared that she was going to be in trouble.

Johnny was the first to walk through the open door. Damn it, Marah, he said, you scared the hell out of us. We didnt know if youd been kidnapped or run away He broke his sentence off, as if he were afraid to say more.

Kate came up behind him.

Tully was stunned at the sight of her friend. She looked tired and sick and smaller somehow, as if shed just taken a beating.

Katie? Tully said, worried.

Thanks, Tully, she answered, giving her a wan smile.

Aunt Tully said shed take us to the concert in her limo, Marah said. And chaperone us.

Your aunt is a moron, Johnny snapped. Her wacko mother dropped her on her head. Now get your stuff. Were going home. But

No buts, Marah, Kate said. Get your things.

Marah put on a real showsighing, stomping, uttering, whining. Then she gave Tully a fierce hug, whispered, Thanks for trying, and left the condo with Johnny.

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Tully waited for Kate to say something.

Dont promise her things without asking us, okay? was all Kate said; her voice was a monotone, not even angry. It just makes it harder. She turned to leave.

Katie, wait

Not tonight, Tul. Im exhausted.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Tully was worried about Kate and Marah. For most of the past week, shed tried to figure out how to fix things between them, but nothing had come to her. Now she was at her desk, looking over her script notes for today.

Her phone rang. It was her assistant. Tully. The McAdamses are here. From the rehab show.

Send them in.

The couple that walked through her door on that icy November morning bore only the most surface resemblance to the people whod been on her first live show. Mr. McAdams had lost at least twenty pounds and no longer walked hunched over, with his head pulled down into his shoulders. Mrs. McAdams had cut her hair, put on makeup, and was smiling. Wow, Tully said, you two look great. Please, sit down.

Mr. McAdams held his wifes hand. Together they sat down on the expensive black leather sofa that faced the windows. Were sorry to bother you. We know how busy you are.

Im never too busy for friends, Tully said, giving them her PR smile. Hitching one leg over the end of her desk, she looked down at them.

We just wanted to say thank you, Mrs. McAdams said. I dont know if you know anyone with a drug or alcohol problem …

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Tullys smile faded. I do, actually.

We can be mean and selfish and angry and resistant. I wanted to change. Lord knows, I wanted to quit every day, but I didnt. Until you put the spotlight on me and I actually saw my life.

You cant imagine how youve helped us, Mr. McAdams said. We just wanted to say thank you.

Tully was so moved by their words it took her a moment to respond. Thats what I wanted to do with the live show: change someones life. It means a lot to me that it worked.

Her phone rang.

Excuse me. She answered it. What is it?

John is on line one, Tully.

Thanks. Put him through. When he came on the line, she said, Too lazy to walk fifty feet to my office? You must be getting old, Johnny.

I need to talk to you, and not over the phone. Can I buy you a beer?

Where and when?

Virginia Inn?

She laughed. God, I havent been there in years.

Liar. Come to my office at threethirty.

She hung up the phone and turned her attention back to the McAdamses, who were standing now.

Well, Mr. McAdams said, weve said what we came to. I hope you can help other folks like youve done for us.

She went to them, shook their hands. Thank you. If you dont mind, can I schedule a follow-up show for next year? To show America your progress.

Sure.

She walked them to the door, said goodbye, and went back to her desk. For the next few hours, while she made notes for tomorrows show, she found herself smiling.

Shed done some good with her show. Shed changed the McAdamses lives.

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At threethirty, she closed up the folder, grabbed her coat, and went to Johnnys office. Together, talking about ideas for the upcoming shows, they walked up the block toward the Public Market and turned into the dank, smoky bar on the corner.

He led her to the back wall, took a seat at one of the small wooden tables by the window. Before she even sat down, he flagged down a waitress, ordered a Corona for himself and a dirty martini for her. She waited until the drinks were delivered before she said, Okay, whats wrong?

Have you talked to Kate lately?

No. I think shes pissed at me over the concert. Or maybe its still the modeling thing. Why?

He ran a hand through his unruly hair. I cant believe Im going to say this about my own daughter, but Marahs being a first-rate bitch. Slamming doors, yelling at her brothers, ignoring her curfew, refusing to do her chores. She and Kate battle all day, every day. Its wearing Kate out. Shes lost weight. Isnt sleeping.

Have you thought about boarding school?

Kate would never go. He smiled tiredly at his own joke. Honest to God, Tully. Im worried about her. Will you talk to her?

Of course, but it sounds like she needs more than a friendly talk. Should she see someone?

Like a shrink? I dont know.

Depression is common in at-home moms. Remember that show we did on it?

Thats what worries me. I need you to find out if its something I should worry about or not. You know her so well.

Tully reached for her drink. You can count on me.

He smiled, but it looked tired. I know that.

On Saturday, Tully called Johnny first thing in the morning. Ive got it, she said when he answered.

What are you going to do?

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Take her to the Salish Lodge. Get her relaxed and massaged. That sort of thing. And well talk.

Shell tell you shes busy and blow you off.

Then Ill kidnap her.

You think you can make it work?

Have you ever seen me fail?

Okay. Ill pack a bag and leave it by the door, then Ill take the kids out so shell have no excuses. He paused. Thanks, Tully. Shes lucky to have a friend like you.

Tully ended that call and immediately made another one, and then another.

By nine A.M., she had everything set up. Packing quickly, she threw what she needed in her car and drove to a store on Capitol Hill for a few supplies, then continued to the ferry. The wait on shore and then the crossing seemed to take forever, but eventually she drove into Kates driveway.

The front yard had a wild, untended look about it, as if long ago a young mother had spent her spring months outside, planting bulbs and perennials, with her babies in blankets on the grass around her, and over the years, as those kids had grown up and chosen their own summer pursuits, the time for gardening had been lost. All those plants still thrived in the short, hot blast of a Northwest summer, though, returning year after year as reminders of an earlier time, growing up and out and into one another, just like the family that lived in the house. Now, in the midst of a cold, gray Novembers day, every plant looked leggy and brown. Leaves lay strewn everywhere, multicolored splashes hung on dying roses.

Tully parked her Mercedes in front of the garage and got out. As she picked her way through the bikes and skateboards and action figures strewn across the gravel path, she couldnt help admiring how homey this place was, even at this time of year. The shingled house, built in the twenties for a wealthy lumber barons weekends, wore a new, crisp coat of caramel-hued stain,- bright glossy white trim outlined the mullioned windows, beneath which were flower boxes filled with the last blooming geraniums of the season.

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On the front porch, she squeezed past a freestanding clown/punching bag and knocked on the door.

Kate answered, wearing a pair of worn black leggings and an oversized T-shirt. With her blond hair badly in need of both a cut and a color, she looked ragged. Worn out. Oh, she said, tucking the hair behind her right ear. What a nice surprise.

Im going to ask you once, nicely, to come with me.

What do you mean, come with you? Im right in the middle of | something. The boys Little League team is having a quilting fundraiser. As soon as I finish

Tully pulled a bright yellow squirt gun out of her pocket and pointed it at Kate. Dont make me shoot you.

Youre going to shoot me?

I am.

Look, I know how much you love drama, but I dont have time for it today. Ive got to quilt about fifty bits of fabric before

Tully pulled the trigger. A stream of cold water snaked through the air and hit Kate full in the chest. Moisture seeped through her cotton T-shirt, leaving a stain.

What the

This is a kidnapping. Dont make me aim for your face, although you appear to need a shower, frankly.

Are you trying to piss me off?

She handed Kate a black blindfold. I had to go into that creepy sex toys store on Capitol Hill for that, so I hope you appreciate it.

Kate looked utterly confused, as if she didnt quite know if she should laugh or be pissed. I cant just leave. Johnny and the kids will be back in an hour, and I need to

No, they wont. Tully looked past her, into the cluttered living room. Theres your suitcase.

Kate spun around. How

Johnny packed it this morning. Hes my accomplice. Or my alibi, if you give me trouble. Now get your suitcase.

You expect me to go somewhere with only the things my husband

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thinks I need? Ill open that suitcase and find sexy lingerie, a toothbrush, and clothes I outgrew two years ago.

Tully shook the blindfold. Put it on or Im going to shoot you again. She started to squeeze the trigger.

Finally Kate threw up her hands. Fine. You win. She put on the blindfold, saying, You know, of course, that intelligent criminals blindfold their victims before the crime. I think it has something to do with thwarting identification.

Tully bit back a smile and went into the living room, where she grabbed the suitcase and then gently guided Kate to the car.

Its not every kidnap victim that gets to ride in a Mercedes.

Tully popped a CD into the stereo. Within minutes they were rocketing across the Agate Pass Bridge, and winding their way through the reservation land, where the local tribes boarded-up fireworks stands lined the highway.

Where are we going? Kate asked.

Thats my business, not yours. Tully turned up the volume on Madonna singing Papa Dont Preach. In no time at all they were singing along. They knew the words to one song after another, and every song took them back in time to when they were young. Madonna. Chicago. The Boss. The Eagles. Prince. Queen. Bohemian Rhapsody was their particular favorite sing-along. They tossed their heads in time with the music in a perfect imitation of Garth and Wayne.

It was just past two oclock when Tully pulled into the driveway of their destination. Were here. The doorman is looking at you funny so you might want to remove the blindfold.

Kate whipped it off just as the doorman welcomed her to the Salish Lodge and opened her door. As if from everywhere at once, they could hear the distant roaring of Snoqualmie Falls, but from here they couldnt actually see it. The ground vibrated with the force of the falling water. The air was heavy and moist.

Tully led the way to the front desk, checked in, and followed the bellman to their room, which was a corner suite with two bedrooms, a

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fireplace in the sitting room, and view of the rushing, whitecapped Sno| qualmie River as it moved toward the falls.

The bellman gave her their spa schedule,- she gave him a healthy tif and then she and Kate were alone.

First things first, Tully said. Shed been on television long enough to know when a script was needed. Shed devised a format and schedulj for the entire duration of their stay. She opened her suitcase, pulled 01 two limes, a shaker of salt, and the most ridiculously overpriced tequilj shed ever seen. Straight shots.

You are insane, Kate said. I havent had a straight shot since

Dont make me shoot you. Im running out of water.

Kate laughed. Okay. Pour up, bartender.

One more, Tully said right away.

Kate shrugged and drank up.

Okay. Bathing suits. Put yours on. Theres a robe in your bedroom|

As usual, Kate did as she was told.

Where are we going? she asked as they walked down the gloss^J slate floor of the lodges main floor.

Youll see.

They came to the spa and followed the signs to the hot tub.

In a back corner, they came to a beautiful steaming pool surrounded by Northwest and Asian styled accents. The air smelled of lavender an<| roses. Lush green plants in ceramic and bronze pots made it almost fee as if you were outdoors.

They climbed down into the hot, bubbling water.

Kate immediately sighed and leaned back. This is Heaven.

Tully stared at her best friend, seeing now, amid the softening curtain of steam, how tired she looked. You look terrible, she said gently.

Kate opened her eyes slowly. Tully could see anger flash across her face, but as quickly as it flared, it died. Its Marah. Sometimes when she looks at me, I actually see hate in her eyes. I cant tell you how much that hurts.

Shell grow out of it.

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some way I could force her to talk to me, and to listen. We tried counseling, but she refused to participate.

You cant make a kid open up. Only peer pressure can get them to do anything, right?

Oh, theyll open up. You just cant believe anything they say. According to Marah, Im the only mother in the world whos so grossly overprotective.

Tully saw the deep unhappiness in her friends eyes and although she tried to believe it was just ordinary motherhood stress, suddenly she was afraid. No wonder Johnny was so worried. Last year Tully had interviewed a young mother who was overwhelmed and depressed. A few months after the interview the woman had swallowed a bottle of pills. The very thought of that terrified her. She had to find a way to help Kate. Maybe you should see someone.

You mean a shrink?

Tully nodded.

I dont need to talk about my problems. I need to be more organized, thats all.

Organization is hardly your problem. You dont have to go on every field trip or make costumes for every kids play or cookies for every bake sale. And they can ride the damn bus to school.

You sound like Johnny. I suppose now youre going to tell me that everything would be better if I did all this and wrote a book, too. Well, I tried. Ive been trying. Kates voice broke. Tears welled in her eyes. Wheres the tequila?

Excellent idea. We havent been totally toasted in years.

Like, fer sure. Kate laughed.

We have massages in thirty minutes, though, so well have to wait a while.

Massages. Kate looked at her. Thanks, Tully. I needed this.

It wasnt enough by a long shot. Tully could see that now. Katie needed real help, not a few shots of tequila and a mud wrap, and she needed her best friend to find the answer. If you could change one thing in your life, what would it be?

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Marah, she said softly. Id get her to talk to me again.

Like magic, Tully knew what to do. Why dont you come on rrrj show? You and Marah. Well do a motherdaughter segment. Live would be best so she knows theres no editing. Shell see how much you lovq her and how lucky she is.

Hope took ten years off Kates face. You think it would work?

You know how badly Marah wants to be on TV. Shed never let her| self look bad in front of the camera. Shed have to listen to you then.

That tired desperation finally left Kates eyes. In its stead was bright anticipation. What would I do without you, Tully?

Tullys smile felt too big for her face. She could help her friend through all this, maybe even save her life. Just like they promised all those years ago. Well never have to find out.

Will your makeup people hide my wrinkles?

Tully laughed. Believe me, when they get done, youll look youngej than Marah.

Perfect.

Kate returned from the spa with a new attitude. The moment she walked into the house, Marah started in on her, complaining abouj some event she couldnt attend because of her curfew, but for once the words were arrows that found no target and clattered uselessly to the ground. Soon, Kate thought, smiling to herself, soon well find a way back t(j each other.

She put her clothes away, took a nice long bath, then gathered boys into her arms for a story. They were just falling asleep wher Johnny poked his head in.

Shh, she said, closing the book. Kissing each little forehead, she tucked the boys into bed, then went to her husband.

Did you guys have a good time? Johnny said, pulling her into hi arms.

Great. Tully has a plan

Downstairs, the doorbell rang. Marahs voice followed: Ill get it!

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Johnny and Kate frowned at each other. Its Sunday night, Kate said. Shes not allowed to have kids over on a school night.

But when they got downstairs, they saw Mom and Dad in the living room, carrying suitcases.

Mom? Kate said. Whats going on?

Tully sent us over to watch the kids for a week. The car outside is going to take you two to the airport. Tully said to pack bathing suits and sunscreen. Thats all you get to know.

I cant leave work, Johnny said. Weve got Senator McCain on.

Tullys your boss, isnt she? Dad said. I guess if she says youre taking a vacation, youre taking a vacation.

Kate and Johnny looked at each other. Theyd never taken a vacation away from the kids.

It might be nice, he said, smiling.

For the next hour, they ran through the house, packing, making lists, gathering telephone numbers. Then they kissed the kidseven Marahthanked Mom and Dad, and went out to the waiting limousine.

She doesnt do anything halfway, Johnny said, sliding into the plush, dark interior.

Kate snuggled beside him. I feel more relaxed already and were still in our driveway.

The car engine started, purred.

Do you know where were going? Johnny asked the driver.

The tickets are in the pocket across from you, sir.

Johnny reached for the envelope, opened it. Kauai, he said.

It was where theyd gone on their honeymoon. Kate closed her eyes, (picturing the swaying palm trees and pinkish sand of Anini Beach.

No fair going to sleep, Johnny said.

Im not sleeping. She twisted around, draped herself across his lap. Thanks for helping Tully to kidnap me.

Ive been worried about you.

Ive been worried about me, too. But I feel better now.

How much better?

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She glanced at the open window that separated them from th| driver. Close the window and Ill show you.

Are we talking sex?

Were talking sex, she said, unbuttoning his shirt. But if youd hi| the damn button, wed be doing more than talking.

He smiled slowly. Oh, Ill hit it.

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Kate and Johnny returned home, rested and refreshed, on the night before the big broadcast. The next morning, Kate woke up at five oclock to go to the bathroom and found it impossible to go back to sleep.

The house was quiet and dark. She didnt bother turning on lights as she went from room to room, picking up toys and putting them away. She still couldnt quite believe today was going to happen. Shed waited so long, and prayed so hard, for a change in her relationship with Marah that shed almost given up hope. Tully, and this program, had given it back to her. Even Johnny seemed optimistic. Hed done as Tully askedor demanded, actuallyand relinquished control over the segment. For this one broadcast, he was going to be simply an audience member, a father supporting his family.

In the bathroom, after shed taken a shower and gotten dressed, Kate stared at herself in the mirror, trying not to notice the lines that had begun to collect in the corners of her eyes as she practiced what she would say. Thats right, Tully. Ive given up my career to be an at-home mom. Frankly, I think it would have been easier to work.

The audience would laugh at that.

I still want to be a writer someday, but its so hard to balance work

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and motherhood. And Marah needs me more now than she did as a toddler. Everyone talks about the terrible twos, but in my house, its the terrible teens. I miss the days when I could put her in a playpen and know that she was safe.

A murmur of agreement would certainly follow that remark.

She went downstairs, made breakfast for everyone, and set it out on the table. The boys were down the stairs in record time, clambering over each other in their quest for the perfect chair.

When Marah came downstairs, clearly excited for the taping, Kat<| couldnt contain her excitement.

This was going to work. She knew it.

Stop grinning, Mom. Youre creeping me out, Marah said, pouring milk into her oatmeal bowl and carrying it to the table.

Leave your mom alone, Johnny said, walking past her. He pauseq behind Kate, squeezed her shoulders, and kissed the back of her necl You look gorgeous.

She turned and put her arms around him, gazing into his eyes. Im glad youre going to be my husband today and not her producer. I need you in the audience.

Dont thank me. Tully pushed me completely on the outside. No one on-set is allowed to tell me anything or show me a script. Tully wants me to be surprised.

From that moment on, the day flew forward like the Millennium Falcon in hyperspace. It wasnt until they were on the ferry, crossing the bay, that she started to get nervous.

The audience would laugh at her, say she should have done mor with her life, been more.

Shed look fat.

She was so caught up in her negative fantasies that when the> parked she couldnt get out of the car. Im scared, she said to Johnny.

Marah rolled her eyes and walked away.

Johnny took her arm, unhooked her seat belt, and eased her out o| the car.

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Youll be great, he said, leading her into the elevator. In the studio, there were people everywhere, running to and fro, yelling at one another. Johnny leaned close. Its just like your old days in news, remember?

Kate!

She heard her name ring through the busy hallway and looked up. Tully, looking thin and gorgeous, was coming at her with open arms.

Tully pulled her into a fierce embrace, and Kate finally felt herself relaxing. This wasnt just a TV show,- it was Tullys show. Her best friend would make sure Kate did well.

Im a little nervous, Kate confided.

A little? Marah said. Shes been acting like Rain Man.

Tully laughed at that and looped her arm through Kates. Theres nothing to worry about. Youre going to be great. Everyone is excited to have you and Marah on the show. She led them to the makeup room and left them there.

This is exciting, Kate said, sitting in front of the giant mirror. The makeup artista woman named Doraimmediately went to work on Kates face.

Marah sat in the chair beside her. Another makeup artist went to work on her.

Kate stared into the mirror. In no time, a stranger emerged beside her: the woman Marah would someday become. In her daughters made-up face, she saw the future, recognized a truth that had until now been hidden from her beneath the pretty gauze of childhood. Soon Marah would be dating, and then driving, and then going off to college.

I love you, Munchkin, she said, purposely using the nickname that had gone out of fashion with Winniethe-Pooh lunch boxes and Tickle Me Elmo. Remember when we used to dance to those old Linda Ronstadt songs?

Marah looked at her. For a secondjust thatthey were Mommy and Munchkin again, and though it didnt last, couldnt last in the hurricane of the teen years, it filled Kate with hope that after today theyd come together again, be as inseparable as theyd once been.

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and motherhood. And Marah needs me more now than she did as a toddler. Everyone talks about the terrible twos, but in my house, its the terrible teens. I miss the days when I could put her in a playpen and know that she was safe.

A murmur of agreement would certainly follow that remark.

She went downstairs, made breakfast for everyone, and set it out on the table. The boys were down the stairs in record time, clambering over each other in their quest for the perfect chair.

When Marah came downstairs, clearly excited for the taping, Kate couldnt contain her excitement.

This was going to work. She knew it.

Stop grinning, Mom. Youre creeping me out, Marah said, pouring milk into her oatmeal bowl and carrying it to the table.

Leave your mom alone, Johnny said, walking past her. He paused behind Kate, squeezed her shoulders, and kissed the back of her neck. You look gorgeous.

She turned and put her arms around him, gazing into his eyes. Im glad youre going to be my husband today and not her producer. I need you in the audience.

Dont thank me. Tully pushed me completely on the outside. No one on-set is allowed to tell me anything or show me a script. Tully wants me to be surprised.

From that moment on, the day flew forward like the Millennium Falcon in hyperspace. It wasnt until they were on the ferry, crossing the bay, that she started to get nervous.

The audience would laugh at her, say she should have done more with her life, been more.

Shed look fat.

She was so caught up in her negative fantasies that when they parked she couldnt get out of the car. Im scared, she said to Johnny.

Marah rolled her eyes and walked away.

Johnny took her arm, unhooked her seat belt, and eased her out of the car.

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Youll be great, he said, leading her into the elevator. In the studio, there were people everywhere, running to and fro, yelling at one another. Johnny leaned close. Its just like your old days in news, remember?

Kate!

She heard her name ring through the busy hallway and looked up. Tully, looking thin and gorgeous, was coming at her with open arms.

Tully pulled her into a fierce embrace, and Kate finally felt herself relaxing. This wasnt just a TV show,- it was Tullys show. Her best friend would make sure Kate did well.

Im a little nervous, Kate confided.

A little? Marah said. Shes been acting like Rain Man.

Tully laughed at that and looped her arm through Kates. Theres nothing to worry about. Youre going to be great. Everyone is excited to have you and Marah on the show. She led them to the makeup room and left them there.

This is exciting, Kate said, sitting in front of the giant mirror. The makeup artista woman named Doraimmediately went to work on Kates face.

Marah sat in the chair beside her. Another makeup artist went to work on her.

Kate stared into the mirror. In no time, a stranger emerged beside her: the woman Marah would someday become. In her daughters made-up face, she saw the future, recognized a truth that had until now been hidden from her beneath the pretty gauze of childhood. Soon Marah would be dating, and then driving, and then going off to college.

I love you, Munchkin, she said, purposely using the nickname that had gone out of fashion with Winniethe-Pooh lunch boxes and Tickle Me Elmo. Remember when we used to dance to those old Linda Ronstadt songs?

Marah looked at her. For a secondjust thatthey were Mommy and Munchkin again, and though it didnt last, couldnt last in the hurricane of the teen years, it filled Kate with hope that after today theyd come together again, be as inseparable as theyd once been.

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Marah looked poised to say something, then she smiled instead. I remember.

Kate wanted to hug her daughter, but that would never have the desired effect. Physical contact, she had learned, was the surest way to put distance between them.

Kathleen and Marah Ryan?

She twisted around in her chair, saw a young, pretty woman with a clipboard standing behind her. Were ready for you.

Kate reached out for Marah, who was excited enough to take her hand. They followed the woman up to the greenroom, where they were put to wait.

Theres water in that fridge, and feel free to eat anything in that basket, the woman said. Then she handed Kate a lapel microphone and the corresponding pack that attached to her waistband. Tallulah said youd know how to work this?

Its been a while, but I think I can still manage. Ill show Marah. Thanks.

Great. Ill come and get you when its time. As you know, were live today, but dont let that worry you. Just be yourself.

And then she was gone.

This was really happening. It meant so much to her, this chance to reconnect with her daughter.

An instant later there was a knock on the door.

Were ready for you, Kathleen, the woman said. Marah, stay here. Well come for you in a minute.

Kate headed for the door.

Mom! Marah said sharply, as if shed just remembered something important. I need to tell you something.

Kate looked back, smiling. Dont worry, honey. Well be great. Then she followed the woman down the busy corridor. Through the walls she could hear applause, even a smattering of laughter.

At the edge of the stage, the woman paused. When you hear your name, youll walk out.

Breathe.

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Suck in your stomach. Stand up straight.

She heard Tully say, And now Id like you all to meet my good friend Kathleen Ryan …

Kate stumbled around the corner and found herself standing beneath the bright glare of the stage lights. It was so disorienting that it took her a second to process her surroundings.

There was Tully, standing center stage, smiling at her.

Behind her was Dr. Tillman, the psychiatrist who specialized in family counseling.

Tully swept over to her side, took her arm. Beneath the swell of applause, she said, Were live, Katie, so just roll with it.

Kate glanced over at the screen behind them. There was a huge image of two women shouting at each other. Then she looked at the audience.

Johnny and her parents were in the front row.

Tully faced them. Today were talking about overprotective mothers and the teenage daughters who hate them. Our goal is to get a dialogue going, to break up the logjam of communication that comes with adolescence and get these two talking again.

Kate actually felt the blood drain from her face. What?

Behind her, Dr. Tillman moved from his place in the shadows to a chair onstage. Some mothers, especially the controlling, domineering type, actually damage their childrens fragile psyches without ever really seeing what theyre doing. Children can be like flowers, trying to blossom in too small a space. They need to break out, make their own mistakes. We dont help them by wrapping them in rules and rigid expectations and pretending that we can keep them safe.

The full impact of what was happening hit Kate.

They were calling her a bad mother, on national television, with her family right here.

She wrenched her arm away from Tully. What are you doing?

You need help, Tully said, sounding reasonable and just a little sad. You and Marah both do. Im scared for you. So is your husband. He begged me to help. Marah wants to confront you about it, but shes afraid.

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Marah walked onstage, smiling brightly at the audience.

Kate felt the start of tears, and the vulnerability fueled her anger. I cant believe youd do this to me.

Dr. Tillman came forward. Come on, Kathleen, Tully is being your friend here. Youre crushing your daughters tender spirit. Tully just wants you to address your parenting style

Shes going to help me be a better mother? She turned to Tully. You? Then she looked at the audience. Youre taking advice from a woman, who doesnt know the first thing about love or family or the hard choices| women have to make. The only person Tully Hart ever loved is herself.

Katie, Tully said in a low, warning voice. Were live.

Thats all you care about, isnt it? Your ratings. Well, I hope theyl keep you warm when youre old, because you wont have anything orl anyone else. What the hell do you know about motherhood or love?| Kate stared at her, feeling sick enough that she thought she might! throw up. Your own mother didnt love you. And youd sell your soulj for fame. Hell, you just did. She turned back to the audience. Theres! your icon, folks. A woman so fucking warm and caring that shes proba-| bly never told a single human being she loved them.

Kate wrenched off her microphone and power pack and threw them! on the floor. As she stormed offstage, she snagged Marahs arm and| pulled her along.

Backstage, Johnny rushed at her, took her in his arms, and held her tightly, but even his body heat couldnt reach her. Her parents and the boys ran up behind him, creating a circle around Kate and her daugh- ter. Im sorry, honey, he said. I didnt know …

I cant believe Tully would do that, Mom said. She must have thought

Dont, Kate said sharply, wiping her eyes. I dont care what she thought or wanted or believed. Not anymore.

Tully ran out into the hallway, but Kate was gone.

She stood there too long, then turned and went back onstage, where

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she stared at a sea of unfamiliar faces. She tried to smile, she really did, but for once her cast-iron will failed her. She heard the quiet murmuring of the crowd; it was the sound of sympathy. Behind her, Dr. Tillman was talking, filling the void with words she could neither follow nor understand. She realized that he was keeping the show going since they were live.

I just wanted to help her, she said to the audience, interrupting him. She sat down on the edge of the stage. Did I do something wrong?

Their applause was loud and went on and on, their approval as unconditional as their presence. It should have filled up the empty places in her, that had always been their role, but now the applause didnt help.

Somehow she made it through the rest of the broadcast.

Finally, though, she was as alone onstage as she felt. The audience had filed out and her employees had all left. None had had the courage to even speak to her on the way out. She knew they were angry at her for ambushing Johnny, too.

As if from a great distance, she heard footsteps. Someone was corning toward her.

Dully, she looked up.

Johnny stood there. How could you do that to her? She trusted you. We trusted you.

I was just trying to help her. You told me she was falling apart. Dr. Tillman told me that drastic situations call for drastic measures. He said

suicide was

I quit, he said.

But… tell her to call me. Ill explain.

I wouldnt count on hearing from her.

What do you mean? Weve been friends for thirty years.

Johnny gave her a look so cold she began to shake. I think that ended today.

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Pale morning light came through the windows, brightening the whitepainted sills. Outside, seagulls cawed and dove through the air,- the sound, combined with the waves slapping against the shore, meant that the ferry was chugging past their house.

Ordinarily, Kate loved these morning noises. Even though shed lived on this beach for years now, she still loved to watch the ferries pass by, especially at night when they were lit like floating jewel boxes.

Today, though, she didnt even smile. She sat in bed, with a book open in her lap so that her husband would leave her alone. As she stared at the pages, the type blurred and danced like black dots on the creamy paper. Yesterdays fiasco kept playing in her mind, over and over. She saw it from a dozen angles. The title: Overprotective mothers and the teenage daughters who hate them.

Hate them.

Crushing your daughters Under spirit…

And Dr. Tillman, coming toward her, saying she was a terrible parent,- her mother in the front row, starting to cry,- Johnny jumping from his seat, shouting something to a cameraman that Kate couldnt hear.

She still felt shell-shocked by all of it, numb. Beneath the numbness, though, was a raw and terrible anger that was unlike anything shed felt before. She had so little experience with genuine anger that it scared her. She actually worried that if she started screaming, shed never stop. So she kept the lid on her emotions and sat quietly.

She kept glancing at the phone, expecting Tully to call.

Ill hang up, she said. And she would. She was actually looking forward to it. For all the years of the friendship, Tully had pulled shit like this (well, nothing really like this), and it had fallen to Kate to apologize, whether it was her fault or not. Tully never said she was sorry,- she just waited for Kate to smooth things over.

Not this time.

This time Kate was so hurt and angry, she didnt care if they stayed friends or not. If they were to get back together, Tully was going to have to work for it.

Ill hang up a lot oj times.

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She sighed, wishing the thought made her feel better, but it didnt. She felt … broken by yesterday.

There was a knock at her door. It could be any member of her family. Last night theyd circled the wagons around her, treating her like a breakable princess, protecting her. Mom and Dad had spent the night,- Kate thought her mom was on suicide watch, that was how overbearing she was. Dad kept patting her shoulder and saying how pretty she was, and the boys, who didnt know exactly what was wrong but sensed that it was big, hung on her constantly. Only Marah stood back from the drama, watching it all from a distance.

Come in, Kate said, sitting up taller, trying to look more durable than she felt.

Marah walked into the room. Dressed for school in low-rise jeans, pink UGG boots, and a gray hoodie sweatshirt, she tried to smile, but it was a failure. Grandma said I had to talk to you.

Kate was relieved beyond measure simply by her daughters presence. She moved to the middle of her bed and patted the empty place beside her.

Marah sat opposite her instead, leaning back against the silkupholstered footboard, with her legs drawn up. Ragged holes in her favorite jeans showed the knobby curl of her knees.

Kate couldnt help longing for the time when she could have scooped her daughter into her arms and held her. She needed that now. You knew about the show, didnt you?

Tully and I talked about it. She said it would help us.

And?

Marah shrugged. I just wanted to go to the concert.

The concert. It hurt Kate deeply, that simple, selfish answer. Shed forgotten about the concert and Marahs running away. The trip to Kauai had cleared her mind of all of that.

No doubt as Tully had intended. It had also gotten Johnny out of the way so he couldnt stop the plan.

Say something, Marah said.

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wanted Marah to understand how selfish shed been and how deeply that selfishness had hurt Kate, but she didnt want to load guilt on her. The weight of this debacle fell on Tully. Did it occur to you when you and Tully were hatching this plan that I might be hurt and embarrassed by it?

Did you think that Id be hurt or embarrassed by not getting to gol to the concert? Or rockin midnight bowling? Or to

Kate held up a hand. So its still about you, she said tiredly. If this isS all you have to say, you can leave. I dont have the strength to fight with! you now. You were selfish and you hurt my feelings, and if you cant seej that and take responsibility for it, I feel sorry for you. Get out. Go.

Whatever. Marah got off the bed, but she moved slowly. At thef door, she paused and turned around. When Tully comes over

Tully wont be coming over.

What do you mean?

Your idol owes me an apology. Thats not something shes good at. | Id say its something else you two have in common.

For the first time, Marah looked scared. And it was at the prospect of J losing Tully.

You better think about how youre treating me, Marah. Kates voice I broke on that,- she struggled to sound in control. I love you more than | the world and youre hurting me on purpose.

Its not my fault.

Kate sighed. How could it be, Marah? Nothing ever is.

It was exactly the wrong thing to say. Kate knew it the second she | said it, but she couldnt take it back.

Marah yanked open the door and slammed it shut behind her.

Quiet came instantly. Somewhere outside a rooster crowed and a pair of dogs barked at each other. She heard people walking around j downstairs. The floorboards of this old house creaked with the movement.

Kate looked at the phone, waiting for it to ring.

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I think it was Mother Teresa who said that loneliness is the worst kind of poverty, Tully said, sipping her dirty martini.

The man to whom she spoke looked startled for a moment, as if he were driving on some dark, empty stretch of road and a deer had suddenly bounded into his path. Then he laughed, and there was so much in the sound, a shared camaraderie, a hint of superiority, an undercurrent of privilege. No doubt hed learned to laugh like that in the hallowed halls of Harvard or Stanford. What do people like us know about poverty or loneliness? There must be one hundred people here, at your birthday party, and God knows the champagne and caviar didnt come cheap.

Tully stood there, tryingand failingto remember his name. He was her guest,- she ought to know who in the hell he was.

And why had she made such a ridiculously transparent remark to a stranger?

Disgusted with herself, she finished the martiniher secondand walked over to the makeshift bar that had been set up in the corner of her penthouse. Behind the tuxedoed bartender, the glittering starburst of the Seattle skyline was a magical combination of bright lights and black sky.

She waited impatiently for her third martini, making small talk with the bartender. The minute the drink was ready, she set a course for the terrace, sailing past the table overflowing with foil-and ribbonwrapped gifts. She knew without opening a single package the kind of gifts shed received: champagne glasses from Waterford or Baccarat,- silver bracelets and frames from Tiffany,- Montblanc pens,- perhaps a cashmere throw or a pair of blown-glass candlesticks. The kind of expensive presents that strangers and co-workers gave each other when theyd reached a certain economic status.

There wouldnt be anything personal in any of those beautifully wrapped packages.

She took another sip of her martini and went out onto the deck. From the railing, she saw the barest outline of Bainbridge Island. Moonlight painted the forested hills silver. She wanted to look away but

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couldnt. It had been three weeks since the broadcast. Twenty-one days. Her heart still felt cracked beyond repair. The things Kate had said to her kept running on an endless loop through her mind. And when she managed to forget, she saw them in print, in People magazine or on the Internet. Her own mother didnt even love her… theres your icon: a woman so warm and caring, shes probably never said I love you to another human^ being …

How could Kate have said that? And then not called to apologize . . | or to say hello … or even to wish her a happy birthday?

She finished the drink and set the empty glass on the table besidel her, still staring out across the black expanse of water. Behind her, she I heard the phone ring. She knew it! She ran back into the condo, pushed I through the people crowded in her living room, and went into her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

Hello, she said, a little out of breath.

Hey, Tully happy birthday.

Hey, Mrs. M. I knew youd call. I could come down and see you and | Mr. M. right now. We could

You have to make things right with Katie.

She sat down on the end of her bed. I was only trying to help.

But you didnt help. Surely you see that?

Did you hear the things she said to me on TV? I was trying to help her and she told all of America … She couldnt even say it. That was how much it still hurt. She owes me an apology.

There was a long pause on the other end, then a tired sigh. Oh, Tully.

She heard the disappointment in Mrs. M.s voice, and she felt like a kid again in the police station. No words came to her, for once.

I love you like a daughter, Mrs. M. finally said. You know that, but …

Like a daughter. There was a whole sea in that single word, an ocean of distance.

You have to see how you hurt her.

What about how she hurt me?

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What your mother did to you is a crime, Tully. Mrs. M. made a sad sound, then said, Bud is calling me. I better go. Im sorry for the way things are, but I need to go now.

Tully didnt even say goodbye. She just quietly hung up the phone. The truth shed been trying to outrun landed on her chest, so heavy she could hardly breathe.

Everyone she loved was a member of Kates family, not her own, and when the chips were down, they took sides.

And where was she left, then?

As the old song said, alone again. Naturally.

She got up slowly, and returned to her party, surprised that shed been so blind. If there was one central lesson of her life, it was this: people leave. Parents. Lovers.

Friends.

In the room full of acquaintances and colleagues, she smiled brightly, made small talk, and went straight to the bar.

It wasnt so hard to act normal, to pretend she was happy. It was what shed done for so much of her life. Acted.

Only with Katie had she ever really been herself.

By the following autumn, Kate had stopped waiting for Tully to call. In the long months of their estrangement, shed settledalbeit uncomfortablyinto a rarefied and contained world, a kind of snow globe of her own creation. At first, of course, shed cried about their lost friendship, ached for what had been, but in time, she accepted that there would be no apology from Tully, that if one were to be offered it would have toas alwayscome from her.

The story of their lives.

Kates ego, usually such a fluid and convenient thing, became solid on this point. For once, she would not yield.

And so the time passed, and the curved glass walls of the snow globe hardened. Less and less often she thought of Tully, and when she did, she learned to stop crying about it and go on.

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But it exhausted her, drained her. As the weather had begun to turn cold again, it took all her effort to get up in the morning and take a shower. By November, washing her hair had been such a daunting prospect that shed avoided it altogether. Cooking dinner and doing the dishes sapped so much energy that halfway through she had to sit down.

That all would have been okay, and by that she meant acceptable levels of depression, if only it had ended there. Last week, unfortunately, shed been too tired to brush her teeth in the morning, and shed driven the kids to school in her pajamas.

I dont know why thats such a big deal, shed said to her husband that night when he asked her about it. Hed taken a job at his old station, and the lessened responsibilities gave him too much time to notice Kates flaws. Its just a slip in personal hygiene. Its not like I went postal.

Youre depressed, hed said, pulling her against him on the sofa. And frankly, Kate, you dont look good.

That had hurt, although, to be honest, not as much as it should have. So make me an appointment with a plastic surgeon. I hardly need a physical exam. I see my doctors regularly. You know that.

Better safe than sorry, was his answer, and so now, here she was on the ferry, going in to the city. The truth wasalthough she wouldnt have admitted it to her husbandshe was glad to be going in. She was tired of being depressed, tired of feeling worn out. Maybe a prescription of some kind would help,- a pill to forget a thirty-year friendship that had ended badly.

When the ferry docked, she drove off the bumpy ramp and merged into the early morning traffic. It was a gray dismal day that matched her mood. She drove through downtown and negotiated the hill up to the hospital, where she found a parking spot in the garage, then walked across the street and into the lobby. After a quick check-in, she headed for the elevator.

Forty minutes later, after shed read every article in the newest edition of Parents magazine, she was led back to an examination room, where a nurse took all the usual stats and information.

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When she was left alone again, Kate picked up the new People and flipped it open.

There was a picture of Tully, mugging for the camera, tilting up an empty champagne glass. She looked gorgeous in a black Chanel dress and glittery, beaded shrug. Below the photograph, it read: Tallulah Hart at a gala charity event at the Chateau Marmont, with her date, media tycoon Thomas Morgan.

The door opened. Dr. Marcia Silver stepped into the room. Hey, there, Kate. Its good to see you again. Sitting down on her wheeled stool, she glided forward, reading Kates chart. So, is there anything you want to tell me?

My husband thinks Im depressed.

Are you?

Kate shrugged. A little blue maybe.

Marcia made a note in the chart. Its been almost exactly twelve months since your last appointment. Way to go.

You know us Catholic girls. Rulefollowers.

Marcia smiled and closed the chart, reaching for her gloves. Okay, Kate, well start with the pap smear. Slide on down to the end here …

For the next few minutes Kate gave herself over to the little indignities that came with female health care: the speculum, the probing, the sampling. All the while she and Dr. Silver made stilted, impersonal conversation. They talked about the weather, the latest show at the 5th Avenue Theater, and the approaching holidays.

It wasnt until nearly thirty minutes later, when the exam had moved to her breasts, that Marcia actually stopped making chitchat. How long have you had this discoloration on your breast?

Kate glanced down at the quarter-sized red patch beneath her right nipple. The skin was slightly puckered like an orange peel. Nine months or so. Maybe a year, come to think of it. It started as a bug bite. My family doctor thought it was an infection and put me on antibiotics. It went away for a while and then came back. Sometimes it feels hot thats how I know its an infection.

Marcia stared down at Kates breast, frowning. Kate added: I had my mammogram on time. Everything was clean.

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I see that. Marcia went to the wall phone, punched in a number, and said, I want to get Kate in for a breast ultrasound. Now. Tell them to fit her in. Thanks. She hung up and turned around.

Kate sat up. Youre scaring me, Marcia.

I hope its nothing, Kate, but I want to be sure, okay?

But what

Lets talk when we know whats going on. Janis will take you down to radiology. Okay? Is your husband here?

Should he be?

No. Im sure its fine. Oh, heres Janis.

Kates mind was a whirl. Before she knew it, she was dressed again and being shepherded up three floors and down the hall. There, after an interminable wait, she endured another breast exam, more clucking and frowning, and an ultrasound.

I always do my self-exams, she said. I havent felt a lump.

Above her, as she lay in the dark room, the nurse and radiologist exchanged a look.

What? Kate said, hearing fear in her voice now.

When the ultrasound was over, she was again shuffled out of the exam room and deposited back in the waiting room. Like all the other women in the small room, she read magazines, trying to concentrate on random sentences and Bundt cake recipes,- anything except the results of the ultrasound.

Itll be fine, she told herself whenever the worry crept through. Nothing to worry about. Cancer wasnt something that crept up on you,- certainly not breast cancer. There were warning signs and she watched for them religiously. It had already struck her family once with Aunt Georgia, so they were vigilant. One by one, the other women left,- still Kate waited.

Finally, a plump, doe-eyed nurse came for her. Kathleen Ryan?

She stood up. Yes?

Im going to take you across the hall. Dr. Krantz is waiting to do a biopsy on you.

Biopsy?

Just to be sure. Come on.

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Kate couldnt seem to move,- she could barely nod. Clutching her purse, she stumbled along behind the nurse. My last mammogram was clear, you know. I do regular self-exams, too.

She wished suddenly that Johnny were here, holding her hand, telling her everything was going to be fine.

Or Tully.

She took a deep breath and tried to control her fear. Once, several years ago, shed had a bad pap smear and needed a biopsy. It had ruined a weekend, waiting for results, but in the end shed been fine. Remembering that, clinging to it like a life ring in cold, turbulent water, she followed the silent nurse to the office down the hall. The sign by the door read: THE GOODNO FOUNDATION CANCER CARE CENTER.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Tully was awakened by the phone ringing. She came awake hard, looked around. It was 2:01 in the morning. She reached over and answered. Hello?

Is this Tallulah Hart?

She rubbed her eyes. Yes. Who is this?

My name is Lori Witherspoon. Im a nurse at Harborview Hospital. We have your mother here. Dorothy Hart.

What happened?

Were not sure. It looks like a drug overdose, but she was pretty badly beaten up, too. The police are waiting to question her.

Did she ask for me?

Shes unconscious. We found your name and number in her things.

Ill be right there.

Tully got dressed in record time and was on the road by 2:20. She pulled into the parking lot at the hospital and went to the desk.

Hello. Im here to see my mother, Cluh, Dorothy Hart.

Sixth floor, Ms. Hart. Go to the nurses desk.

Thanks. Tully went upstairs and was directed to her mothers room by a tiny woman in a pale orange nurses uniform.

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Inside the shadowy room there were two beds. The one nearest the door was empty.

She shut the door behind her, surprised to find that she was frightened. For the whole of her life, shed been wounded by her mother. Shed loved her as a child, inexplicably,- hated her as a teenager,- and ignored her as a woman. Cloud had broken her heart more times than she

could count, and let her down on every possible occasion, and yet, even after all of that, Tully couldnt help feeling something for her.

Cloud was asleep. Bruises covered her face, blackened one eye,- her lip was split open and seeped blood. Short gray hair, apparently cut with a dull knife, was matted to her head.

She didnt look anything like herself,- rather, she looked like a frail old woman whod been beaten by more than someones fistsby life itself.

Hey, Cloud, Tully said, surprised to find that her throat was tight. She gently stroked her mothers temple, the only place on her face that wasnt bloodied or bruised. As she felt the velvety soft skin, she realized that the last time shed touched her mother had been in 1970, when theyd held hands on that crowded Seattle street.

She wished she knew what to say to this woman, with whom she had a history but no present. So she just talked. She told her about the show and her life and how successful shed become. When that started

to sound hollow and desperate, she talked about Kate and their fight and how it had left her feeling so alone. As the words formed themselves and spilled out, Tully heard the truth in them. Losing the Ryans and Mularkeys had left her devastatingly alone. Cloud was all she had left. How pathetic was that?

Were all alone in this world, havent you figured that out by now?

Tully hadnt noticed her mother wake up, and yet she was conscious now, and looking at Tully through tired eyes. Hey, she said, smiling, wiping her eyes. What happened to you?

I got beat up.

I wasnt asking what put you in the hospital. I was asking what happened to you.

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Cloud flinched and turned away. Oh. That. I guess your precious grandmother never told you, huh? She sighed. It doesnt matter now.

Tully drew in a sharp breath. This was the most meaningful conversation theyd ever had,- she felt poised on the edge of some essential dis-| covery that had eluded her for all her years. I think it does.

Go away, Tully. Cloud turned her face into the pillow.

Not until you tell me why. Her voice trembled on that question,- of| course it did. Why didnt you ever love me?

Forget about me.

Honestly, I wish I could. But youre my mother.

Cloud turned back and stared at her, and for a moment, no longer] than it took to blink, Tully saw sadness in her mothers eyes. You break j my heart, she said quietly.

You break mine, too.

Cloud smiled for a second. I wish …

What?

I could be what you need, but I cant. You need to let me go.

I dont know how to do that. After everything, youre still my | mother.

I was never your mother. We both know that.

Ill always keep coming back, Tully said, realizing just then that it I was true. They might be damaged, she and her mother, but they were | connected, too, in a strange and profound way. This dance of theirs, as painful as it had always been, wasnt quite over. Someday youll be ready for me.

How do you keep hold of a dream like that?

With both hands. She would have added, no matter what, but the promise reminded her of Kate and hurt too much to utter aloud.

Her mother sighed and closed her eyes. Go away.

Tully stood there a long time, her hands curled around the metal bed rails. She knew her mother was pretending sleep,- she also knew when it became real. When intermittent snores filled the silence, she went to the small closet in the room, found a folded-up blanket, and grabbed it. That was when she noticed the small pile of clothes folded neatly in the

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corner on the closets bottom self. Beside it was a brown paper grocery bag, rolled closed at the top.

She covered her mother with the blanket, tucked it up beneath her chin, and returned to the closet.

She wasnt sure why she went through her mothers things, what she was looking for. At first, it was the stuff shed expected: dirty, worn clothes, shoes with holes along the soles, a makeshift toiletry set in a plastic baggie, cigarettes and a lighter.

Then she saw it, coiled neatly at the bottom of the sacka frayed piece of string, knotted into a circle, with two pieces of dried macaroni and a single blue bead strung on it.

The necklace Tully had made in her Bible study class and given to her mother on that day, so many years ago, when theyd left Grans house in the VW bus. Her mother had kept it, all this time.

Tully didnt touch it. She was afraid somehow that shed find it existed only in her mind. She turned to her mother, went to the bed. You kept it, she said, feeling something brand-new open up inside her. A kind of hopenot the spit-shined little-girl variety, but something tarnished and worn,- more reflective of who they were and where theyd been. Still, it was there, under all the rust and discoloration: hope. You know how to hold on to a dream, too, dont you, Cloud?

She sat down on the molded plastic chair by the bed. Now she had a genuine question for her mother, and she intended to get an answer.

Sometime around four oclock, she slumped in her chair and fell asleep.

The trilling of her cell phone wakened her. She unfolded slowly, painfully, rubbing the crick in her neck. It took her a moment to realize where she was.

The hospital.

Harborview.

She stood up. Her mothers bed was empty. She wrenched open the closet doors.

Empty. The bag was crumpled into a ball and left behind.

Shit.

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Her cell phone rang again. She glanced at the incoming number. Hey, Edna, she said, sinking back into the chair.

You sound awful.

Bad night. She wished shed touched the necklace now,- already it was taking on the blurry edges of a dream. What time is it?

Six, your time. Are you sitting down?

Coincidentally, I am.

Do you still take off part of November and all of December?

So that my crew can enjoy the holidays with their families? shq said bitterly. I do.

I know youre usually busy with that friend of yours

Not this year.

Good. Then maybe youd like to come to the Antarctic with me. Ir doing a documentary on global warming. I think its an important story Tully. Someone of your stature would get it watched.

The offer was a Godsend. A moment before shed been wanting tc get away from her own life. You couldnt get much farther than Antarc^ tica. How long will we be gone?

Six weeks,- seven at the most. You could fly back and forth, but its hell of a trip.

Sounds perfect. I need to get away. How soon can we leave?

Naked, Kate stood in front of the mirror in her bathroom, studying herl body. All her life shed been engaged in a guerrilla-type war with her reflection. Her thighs had always been too fleshy, no matter how much weight she lost, and her tummy pooched out after three kids. She did! sit-ups at the gym, but still her middle sagged. Shed stopped wearing! sleeveless shirts about three years agoarm jiggle. And her breasts … Since the boys births, shed started wearing heavier-molded, less sexy bras, that was for sure, and she tightened the straps to pull her boobs j into place.

Now, though, when she looked at herself, she saw how little all of | that mattered, what a waste of time it had been.

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She stepped closer, practicing the words shed chosen, rehearsing. If ever there was a moment in her life that required strength, this was it.

She reached for the pile of clothes on the counter and began dressing. Shed chosen a pretty pink cashmere V-neck sweatera Christmas present from the kids last yearand a worn, soft-as-lambskin pair of Levis. Then she brushed her hair, pulled it away from her face and made a ponytail. She even put on some makeup. It was important that she look healthy for what was to come. When there was nothing else she could do, she left the bathroom and went into her bedroom.

Johnny, whod been seated on the end of the bed, stood quickly and turned to her. She could see how hard he was trying to be strong. Already his eyes were bright.

It should have made her cry, too, that shiny evidence of his love and fear, but somehow it made her stronger. I have cancer, she said.

He already knew it, of course. The past few days, spent waiting for the test results, had been agonizing. Last night theyd finally gotten the doctors call. Theyd held hands while she gave them the information, assuring each other before she spoke that it would be fine. But it hadnt been fine,- not even close to fine.

Im sorry, Kate… stage jour… inflammatory breast cancer… aggressive… already spread …

At first Kate had been furiousshed always done everything right, looked for lumps, gotten her mammogramsand then the fear set in.

Johnny took it even harder than she did, and she saw quickly that she needed to be strong for him. Last night, theyd lain awake all night, holding each other, crying, praying, promising each other theyd get through it. Now, though, she wondered how theyd do it.

She went to him. He curled his arms around her and held her as

tightly as he could, and still it wasnt close enough.

I have to tell them.

We have to. He stepped back slightly, loosened his hold just enough to look down at her. Nothing will change. Remember that.

Are you kidding? Theyre going to take away my breasts. Her voice caught on that,- fear was a crack in the road that tripped her up. Then

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theyll poison and burn me. And all that is supposed to be the good news.

He stared down at her, and the love in his eyes was the most beautiful, heart-wrenching thing shed ever seen. Between us, nothing will change. It doesnt matter how you look or feel or act. Ill love you forever, just like I do now.

The emotions shed worked so hard to submerge floated up again, threatened to consume her. Lets go, she said quietly. While Ive still got the nerve.

Hand in hand, they walked out of their bedroom and went downstairs, where the kids were supposed to be waiting for them.

The living room was empty.

Kate could hear the television in the family room. It blared out the bleep-thump of video games. She let go of her husband and went to the corner, by the hall. Boys, come on out here.

Aw, Mom, Lucas whined, were watching a movie.

She wanted to say, Keep on watching, forcjet it, so badly it actually hurt to say, Come on, please. Now.

Behind her, she heard her husband go into the kitchen and pick up the phone.

Downstairs, Marah. Right now. No, I dont care who youre talking to.

Click.

Kate heard him hang up. Instead of going to him, she went to the couch and sat down, perching stiffly on the cushions edge. She wished suddenly that shed put on a heavier sweater,- she was freezing.

The boys rushed into the room together, fighting with plastic swords, laughing.

Take that, Captain Hook, Lucas said.

Im Peter Pan, William complained, pretending to stab his brother. En garde!

At seven, they were just beginning to change. The little-boy freckles were fading,- baby teeth were falling out. Every time she looked at them lately, some baby trait had been lost.

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Three years from now theyd be almost unrecognizable.

The thought scared her so much that she clutched the sofas arm and closed her eyes. What if she werent here to see them grow up? What if

No bad thoughts.

It had become her mantra in the past four days. Johnny came up beside her, sat down close, and took her hand in his.

I cant believe you picked up the phone, Marah said, coming down the stairs. That is so totally an invasion of my privacy. And it was Brian.

Kate counted silently to ten, calmed herself enough to breathe, and opened her eyes.

Her children were in front of her, standing there, looking either bored (the boys) or irritated (Marah).

She swallowed hard. She could do this.

Are you gonna say something? Marah demanded. Because if youre just gonna stare at us, Im going back upstairs.

Johnny started to come out of his seat. Damn it, Marah.

Kate put a hand on his thigh to stop him. Sit down, Marah, she said, surprised to hear how ordinary she sounded. You, too, boys.

The boys plopped onto the carpet like marionettes whose strings had been cut, landing in side-by-side heaps.

Ill stand, Marah said, flinging her hip out and crossing her arms. She gave Kate the old youre-not-the-boss-of-me glare, and Kate couldnt help feeling a pinch of nostalgia.

You remember when I went into the city on Friday? Kate began, feeling the acceleration of her heartbeat and the slight breathlessness that accompanied it. Well, I had a doctors appointment.

Lucas whispered something to William, who grinned and punched his brother.

Marah looked longingly up the stairs.

Kate squeezed her husbands hand. Anyway, theres nothing for you to worry about, but Im … sick.

All three of them looked at her.

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Dont worry. Theyre going to operate on me and then give me a bunch of medicine and Ill be fine. I might be tired for a few weeks, but that should be about it.

You promise youll be okay? Lucas said, his gaze steady and earnest and only a little afraid.

Kate wanted to say, Certainly of course, but such a promise would be remembered.

William rolled his eyes and elbowed his brother. She just said shed be fine. Will we get out of school to go to the hospital?

Yes, Kate said, actually finding a smile.

Lucas rushed forward to hug her first. I love you, Mommy, he whispered. She held on to him so long he had to wrench free. The same thing happened with William. Then, as one, they turned and went to the stairs.

Arent you going to finish your movie? Kate asked.

Naw, Lucas said. Were going upstairs.

Kate glanced worriedly at her husband, who was already rising. How about a game of basketball, boys?

They jumped on the idea and all went outside.

Finally, Kate looked at Marah.

Its cancer, isnt it? her daughter asked after a long silence.

Yes.

Ms. Murphy had cancer last year and shes fine. And Aunt Georgia, too.

Exactly.

Marahs mouth trembled. For all her height and pseudo-sophistication and makeup, she looked suddenly like a little girl again asking Kate to leave the night-light on. Wringing her hands together, she moved toward the sofa. Youll be fine, right?

Stage jour. Already spread. Caught it late. She put a lid on those thoughts. They could do her no good. Now was a time for optimism.

Right. The doctors say Im young and healthy, so I should be fine.

Marah lay down on the couch, snuggled close, and put her head in Kates lap. Ill take care of you, Mommy.

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Kate closed her eyes and stroked her daughters hair. It seemed like only yesterday shed been able to hold her in her arms and rock her to sleep, only yesterday that Marah had curled into her lap and cried for their lost goldfish.

Please God, she prayed, let me get old enough that someday were friends …

She swallowed hard. I know you will, honey.

The Firefly Lane girls…

In Kates dream, it is 1974, and she is a teenager again, riding her bike at midnight with her best friend beside her in a darkness so complete it is like being invisible. She remembers the place in vivid detail: a meandering ribbon of asphalt bordered on either side by deep gullies of murky water and hillsides of shaggy grass. Before they met, that road seemed to go nowhere at all,- it was just a country lane named after an insect no one had ever seen in this rugged blue and green corner of the world. Then they saw it through each others eyes …

Let go, Katie. God hates a coward.

She woke with a start, feeling tears on her cheeks. She lay there in her bed, wide awake now, listening to a winter storm rage outside. In the last week shed lost the ability to distance herself from her memories. Too often lately she returned to Firefly Lane in her dreams, and no wonder.

Best friends forever.

That was the promise theyd made all those years ago, and theyd believed it would last, believed that someday theyd be old women together, sitting in their rocking chairs on a creaking deck, talking about the times of their lives, and laughing.

Now she knew better, of course. For more than a year shed been telling herself that it was okay, that she could go on without her best friend. Sometimes she even believed it.

Then shed hear the music. Their music. Yesterday, while shed been shopping, a bad Muzak version of Youve Got a Friend had made her cry, right there next to the radishes.

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She eased the covers back and got out of bed, careful not to waken the man sleeping beside her. For a moment she stood there, staring down at him in the shadowy darkness. Even in sleep, he wore a troubled expression.

She took the phone off its hook and left the bedroom, then walked down the quiet hallway to the deck. There, she stared out at the storr and gathered her courage. As she punched in the familiar numbers, she wondered what she would say after all these silent months, how she would start. Ive had a bad week … my life is jailing apart… or simply: I need you.

Across the black and turbulent Sound, the phone rang.

And rang.

When the answering machine clicked on, she tried to marshal her! need into something as small and ordinary as words. Hey, Tul. Its me,| Kate. I cant believe you havent called to apologize to me

Thunder echoed across the sky,- lightning flashed in staccato bursts.[ She heard a click. Tully? Are you listening to this? Tully?

There was no answer.

Kate sighed and went on. I need you, Tully. Call me on my cell.

Suddenly the power went out, taking the phone connection with it.| A busy signal bleated in her ear.

Kate tried not to take it as a sign. Instead, she went back inside and litl a candle in the living room. Then, on this day of her surgery, she did onel special thing for each member of her family, a little reminder that she was! here. For William she found the DVD of Monsters, Inc. that hed misplaced.! For Lucas she put together a sack full of his favorite snacks for the waiting room. She charged Marahs cell phone and put it by her bed, knowing how adrift her daughter would feel today if she couldnt call her friends. Finally, she found every set of keys in the house, tagged them, and set them on the counter for Johnny. He lost them almost daily.

When she couldnt think of anything else to do for her family, she went to the window and watched the storm die. Slowly, the dewy world lightened. Charcoal clouds turned to a gorgeous pearlized pink. Seattle looked shiny and new, huddled as it was beneath the rising sun.

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A few hours later, her family began to gather around her. The whole time they were together, having breakfast and packing their things into the car, she found herself glancing at the phone, expecting it to ring.

Six weeks later, when theyd taken both her breasts and poured poison into her blood and irradiated her flesh until it looked raw and burned, she was still waiting for Tully to call.

On January second, Tully came home to a cold, empty apartment.

Story of my life, she said bitterly, tipping the doorman, who carried her bulky designer suitcases into the bedroom.

When he left, she stood there, uncertain of what to do. It was nine oclock on a Monday night, and most people were home with their families. Tomorrow, shed go back to work and be able to lose herself in the daily routine of the empire shed created. In no time at all shed let go of the images that haunted her during the holidays, had even followed her to the ends of the earth last month. Literally. Shed spent Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years in the frozen south, huddled around their heat source, singing songs and drinking wine. To the naked eye, and the ever-present camera, it had looked like a good time.

But too often when shed crawled into her down sleeping bag, wearing her hat and mittens, and tried to sleep, she heard the old songs banging around in her head, making her cry. More than once shed wakened with ice on her cheeks.

She tossed her purse on the sofa and glanced at the clock, noticing that the red numbers were flashing 5:55. The power must have gone out while she was gone.

She poured herself a glass of wine, got out a piece of paper and a pen, then sat down at her desk. The numbers on the answering machine were flashing, too.

Great. Now shed have no idea who had tried to call her after the outage. She hit the replay button and began the slow, arduous task of going through her messages. Halfway through, she made a note to speak to her assistant about voice mail.

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She was barely paying attention when Kates voice roused her.

Hey, Tul. Its me. Kate.

Tully sat up sharply and hit the rewind button.

Hey, Tul. Its me. Kate. I cant believe you havent called to apologize to me.

A loud Click. Then: Tully? Are you listening to this? Tully? and then another click followed by a loud busy signal. Kate had hung up.

That was all there was. It was over. There were no more messages on the machine.

Tully felt a disappointment so sharp it actually made her flinch. She played and replayed the message until all she could hear was the accusation in Kates voice.

That wasnt the Kate she remembered, the girl whod promised all those years ago to be friends forever. That girl would never have called to taunt Tully like this, to berate her and then hang up.

I cant believe you havent called to apologize to me.

Tully stood up, trying to distance herself from this voice that had invaded her home, tricked her into hoping. She hit the erase all button and backed away.

I cant believe you havent called me, she said to her empty apartment, trying not to notice how thick her voice sounded.

She went to her purse and burrowed through the mess inside for her cell phone. Finding it, she scrolled through her huge contact list for a name shed added only a few months ago, and hit send.

When Thomas answered, she tried to sound flirty and light, but it was hard to pretend,- a weight seemed to be sitting on her chest, making it hard to breathe. Hey, tom I just got back from the icy beyond. What are you doing tonight? Nothing? Thats great. How about getting together?

It was pathetic how desperate she suddenly felt. But she couldnt be alone tonight, couldnt even sleep in her own apartment.

Ill meet you at Kells. Say, nine-thirty?

Before he even said, Its a date, she was on her way.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Two thousand six saw The Girlfriend Hour rise even higher in the ratings. Week after week, month after month, Tully created magic with her selection of guests and her rapport with the audience. She had definitely reached the top of her game and seized control of the board. No longer did she let herself think about what she didnt have in her life. Just as shed done at six and ten and fourteen, she boxed all that negative stuff up and put it in the shadow box.

She went on. It was what shed always done in her life when disappointment set in. She tucked her chin, squared her shoulders, and set a new goal for herself. This year, she was starting a magazine. Next year it would be a retreat for women. After that, who knew?

Now she sat in her newly decorated office in a corner of the building that didnt face Bainbridge Island, talking to her secretary on the phone. Are you kidding me? Hes canceling the show, forty minutes before were scheduled to start taping? I have a studio full of people waiting to see him. She slammed the phone back onto the hook, then hit the intercom. Get Ted in here.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door and her producer walked into her office. His cheeks were pink from exertion and he was breathing hard. You wanted to see me?

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Jack just canceled.

Now? Ted glanced at his watch. Son of a bitch. I hope you told him the next time he has a movie out he can pitch it on the radio.

Tully flipped open her calendar. Its June first, right? Call Nordstrom and the Gene Juarez Spa. Well do mothers makeovers for summer. Give away a bunch of clothes and stuff. Itll suck, but its better than nothing.

From the moment Ted left her office, the whole team was in high gear. People were tracking down new guests, calling the various spa and! department store contacts, and keeping the studio audience entertained. The adrenaline was so high that everyone, including Tully, worked at supersonic speed, and the taping of the new segment began only one hour) late. Judging by the audiences applause, it was a rousing success.

After the show, as always, Tully stayed around and talked with her] fans. She posed for photographs and signed autographs and listened tol one story after another about how shed changed someones life. It was| her favorite hour of any day.

She had just returned to her office when her intercom buzzed. Tallulah? Theres a Kate Ryan on line one.

Tullys heart missed a beat,- the hope she felt pissed her off. She stood at the corner of her huge desk and pushed the intercom button. Ask her what she wants.

A moment later, her secretary was back on the line. Ms. Ryan says you need to pick up the phone and find out for yourself.

Tell her to go fuck herself. Tully wished she could take the words back as soon as shed said them, but she didnt know how to bend now During their long estrangement, shed had to stay angry just to get by.| Otherwise the loneliness would have been unbearable.

Ms. Ryan says, and I quote: Tell that bitch to get her designer-clad ass out of her ridiculously expensive leather chair and come to the phone. She also says that if you ignore her on this of all days shes selling those pictures of you with a bad perm to the tabloids.

Tully almost smiled. How could two sentences peel back so many years and blast through the sediment of so many bad choices?

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She picked up the phone. Youre the bitch, and Im pissed at you.

Of course you are, you narcissist, and Im not apologizing, but that doesnt matter anymore.

It matters. You should have called long before

Im in the hospital, Tully. Sacred Heart. Fourth floor, Kate said. Then she hung up.

Hurry up, Tully said to her driver for at least the fifth time in as many blocks.

When the car pulled up in front of the hospital, she got out and ran for the glass doors, pausing for a moment while the sensors engaged. The second she stepped inside, people swarmed around her. Usually she factored what she called fan maintenance into her schedulethirty minutes at every location to meet and greetbut now she didnt have time. She pushed through the crowd and went to the front desk. Im here to see Kathleen Ryan.

The receptionist stared up at her in awe. Youre Tallulah Hart.

Yes, I am. Kathleen Ryans room, please.

The receptionist nodded. Oh. Right. She glanced at her computer screen, entered a few keys, and said, Four-ten East.

Thanks. Tully headed for the elevators, but noticed that she was being followed. Her fans would nonchalantly enter the elevator with her. The brave ones would initiate conversation between floors. The

weirdos might follow her out.

She took the stairs instead, thankful by the third flight that she attended daily aerobics classes and worked with a personal trainer. Still, she was out of breath when she reached the fourth floor.

Just down the hall, she found a small waiting area. The television was turned on to her showa rerun from two years ago.

She knew the moment she stepped into the small room that it was Bad, this thing with Kate.

Johnny sat there, in an ugly blue love seat, with Lucas curled up beside him. With one sons head in his lap, Johnny was reading to the other.

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Marah was in a chair beside William, with her eyes closed, listening to an iPod through tiny headphones. She moved to the beat of music only she could hear. The boys were so big,- it was a painful reminder of how long Tully had been apart from them.

Beside Marah, Mrs. Mularkey sat, staring intently at her knitting. Sean was beside his mother, talking on his cell phone. Georgia and Ralph were watching TV in the corner.

By the looks of it, theyd been here a long time.

It took a huge act of will to step forward. Hey, Johnny.

At the sound of her voice, they all looked up, but no one said anything and suddenly Tully remembered the last time theyd all been together.

Kate called me, she explained.

Johnny eased out from under his sleeping son and stood up. There was only a beat of awkwardness, a clumsy pause, before he took her in his arms. She could tell by the ferocity of his embrace that it was more to comfort himself than her. She clung to him, trying not to be afraid. Tell me, she said, more harshly than she intended, when he let go of her and stepped back.

He sighed and nodded. Well go into the family room.

Mrs. M. stood up slowly.

Tully was struck by how much Mrs. M. had aged. The woman looked frail and a little hunched. Shed stopped dyeing her hair and it was snow-white. Katie called you? Mrs. M. said.

I came right away, she said, as if speed mattered now, after all this time.

Then Mrs. M. did the most amazing thing: she hugged Tully, enveloped her once again in an embrace that smelled of Jean Nate perfume and menthol cigarettes, with just a hint of hairspray to give it spice.

Come on, Johnny said, breaking up the hug, and leading the way to another room. Inside there was a smallish fake wood conference table and eight molded plastic chairs.

Johnny and Mrs. M. sat down.

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Tully remained standing. No one spoke for a moment and every passing second was a turn of the screw. Tell me.

Kate has cancer, Johnny said. Its called inflammatory breast cancer.

Tully had to concentrate on each breath to remain upright. Shell have a mastectomy and get radiation and chemotherapy, right? I have several friends who have fought

Shes already had all of that, he said gently.

What? When?

She called you several months ago, he said, and this time his voice had an edge shed never heard before. She wanted to have you at the hospital with her. You didnt return her call.

Tully remembered the message, word for word. leant believeyou havent called to apologize to me. Tully? Are you listening to this? Tully? And the click. Had something happened to the rest of the message? Had the power gone out or the tape hit its end?

She didnt say anything about being sick, Tully said.

She called, Mrs. M. said.

Tully felt tackled by guilt, overcome. She should have sensed something was wrong. Why hadnt she just picked up the phone? Now all that time had been lost. Oh, my God. I should have

None of that matters now, Mrs. M. said.

Johnny nodded and went on. The cancer has metastasized. Last night she had a minor stroke. They got her into the OR as quickly as possible, but once they were inside, they saw there was nothing they could do. His voice broke.

Mrs. M. laid her hand on his. The cancer is in her brain now.

Tully thought she had known fear beforelike on that Seattle street when she was ten years old, or when Katie had had her miscarriage, or when Johnny had been hurt in Iraqbut nothing had felt like this. Are you saying …

Shes dying, Mrs. M. said quietly.

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she? The question came out sounding choppy and broken. I need to see her.

A look passed between Johnny and Mrs. M.

What? Tully said.

Theyre only allowing one person in at a time, Mrs. M. said. Bud is in there now. Ill go get him.

As soon as Mrs. M. left, Johnny moved even closer, said, Shes fragile right now, Tul. Her faculties have been impacted by the cancer in her brain. She has good moments … and not-so-good moments.

What are you saying? Tully asked.

She might not know who you are.

The walk to Kates room was the longest journey of Tullys life. She felt people all around her, talking quietly among themselves, but never had she felt more alone. Johnny led her to a doorway and stopped there.

Tully nodded, trying to gather strength as she walked into the room.

Closing the door behind her, she reached for a smile, found one that was the best she could do under the circumstances, and went toward the bed, where her friend lay sleeping.

Angled up to a near-sit, Kate looked like a broken doll against the stark white sheets and piled pillows. She had no hair or eyebrows left, and her bald head was a pale oval that nearly disappeared against the pillowcase.

Kate? Tully said quietly, moving forward. The moment she heard her voice she winced. It sounded too loud in this room, too alive somehow.

Kate opened her eyes, and there was the woman Tully knew, the girl shed sworn to be best friends with forever.

Put your arms out, Katie. Its like flying.

How had it happened, after all their decades together, that they were estranged now? Im sorry, Katie, she whispered, hearing how small the words were,- all her life shed hoarded those few and simple words, kept them tucked inside her heart as if to let them out would

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harm her. Why, of all the lessons she should have learned from her mother, had she held on to this most hurtful one? And why hadnt she called when shed heard Kates voice on the answering machine?

Im so sorry, she said again, feeling the burn of tears.

Kate didnt smile or give any indication of welcome or surprise. Even the apologyas little and late as it wasseemed to have no effect. Please say you remember me.

Kate just stared up at her.

Tully reached down, let her knuckles graze Kates warm cheek. Its Tully, the bitch who used to be your best friend. Im so sorry for what

I did to you, Katie. I should have told you that a long time ago. She made a tiny, desperate sound. If Kate didnt remember her, remember them, she didnt think she could bear it. I remember when I first met you, Katie Mularkey Ryan. You were the first person who ever really wanted to know me. Naturally I treated you like shit at first, but when I got raped you were there for me. The memories overtook her. She wiped her eyes. Youre thinking Im only talking about me, right? Typical, you say. But I remember you, too, Katie,- every second. Like when you read Love Story and couldnt figure out what sonovabitch meant because it wasnt in the dictionary … or when you swore youd never French-kiss because it was gross-o-rama. Tully shook her head, fighting to keep it together. Her whole life was in the room with them now. We were so damned young, Katie. But were not young anymore. You remember that first time I left Snohomish, and we wrote about a million letters? We signed them Forever friends … or Best friends forever. Which was it …

Tully spun out the story of their years,- sometimes she even laughed, like when she told about riding their bikes down Summer Hill or running from the cops on the night they got busted. Oh, heres one youll know. Remember when we went to Petes Dragon because we thought it was an action movie, only it was a cartoon? We were the oldest kids in the theater, and we came out singing You and Me Against the World, and we said it would always be that way

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Tully drew in a sharp breath.

There were tears in her friends eyes, and more streaking down her temples. Theyd formed a small gray patch of wetness on the pillow behind her head. Tully, Kate said in a soft, swollen voice, did you really think I could forget you?

Tullys relief was so huge she felt weak in the knees. Hey, she said.) You didnt have to go so far to get my attention, you know. She touched her friends bald head, let her fingers linger on the baby-sof skin. You could have just called.

I did call.

Tully flinched. Im so sorry, Katie. I

Youre a bitch, Kate said, smiling tiredly. Ive always known that.I And I could have called back, too. I guess no one stays friends for morej than thirty years without a few broken hearts along the way.

I am a bitch, Tully said miserably, her eyes welling up. I should! have called. It was just … She didnt even know what to say, how to| explain this dark rip that had always been inside of her.

No looking back, okay?

That only leaves ahead, Tully said, and the words were like bits of | broken metal, sharp and cold.

No, Kate said. It leaves now.

I did a show on breast cancer a few months ago. Theres a doctor in | Ontario doing amazing things with some new drug. Ill call him.

Im done with treatments. Ive had them all and none has worked.

Just … be with me.

Tully took a step back. Im here to watch you die. Is that what youre telling me? Because I say no fucking way to that. I wont do it.

Kate looked up at her, smiling just a little. Thats all there is, Tully.

But

Do you really think Johnny just gave up on me? You know my husband. Hes just like you and were almost as rich. For six months I saw every specialist on the planet. I did conventional and unconventional and naturopathic remedies. I even went to that faith healer in the rain

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forest. I have kids,- I did everything I could to stay healthy for them. None of it worked.

So what do I do?

Kates smile was almost like the old days. Thats my Tul. Im dying of cancer and you ask about you. She laughed.

Thats not funny.

I dont know how to do this.

Tully wiped her eyes. The truth of what they were really talking about pressed in on her. Well do it like weve done everything else, Kate. Side by side.

Tully came out of Kates room shaken. She made a small sound, a kind of gasp, and covered her mouth with her hand.

You cant hold it in, Mrs. M. said, coming up to her.

I cant let it out.

I know. Mrs. Ms voice cracked, stumbled. Just love her. Be there for her. Thats all there is. Believe me, Ive cried and argued and bargained with God, Ive begged the doctors for hope. All thats past now. Shes most worried about the kids. Marah especially. Theyve had such a rough go of itwell, you know about thatand Marah seems to have shut down for all of this. No tears, no drama. All she does is listen to music.

They walked back out to the waiting room, only to find everyone gone.

Mrs. M. looked at her watch. Theyre in the cafeteria. You want to join us?

No, thanks. I think I need some fresh air.

Mrs. M. nodded. Its good to have you back, Tully. I missed you.

I should have taken your advice and called her.

Youre here now. Thats what matters. She patted Tullys arm and walked away.

Tully went outside, surprised to find that it was light out here, warm

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and sunny. It seemed vaguely wrong that the sun was still shining while Kate lay up in that narrow bed, dying. She walked down the street, her watery eyes hidden behind huge, dark sunglasses so that no one would recognize her. The last thing she wanted now was to be stopped.

She passed a coffee shop, heard a bit of music waft through the door as someone came out. Bye, bye, Miss American Pie.

Her legs gave out on her, and she went down, hard, scraping her knees on the concrete sidewalk, but she didnt notice, hardly cared, she was crying so hard. Shed never felt so swollen with emotion,- it was as if she couldnt handle it all. Fear. Sorrow. Guilt. Regret.

Why didnt I call her? she whispered. Im so sorry, Katie, she said, hearing the hollow desperation in her voice, feeling sick that now the words came so easily, when it was too late to matter.

She didnt know how long she knelt there, her head bowed, sobbing, thinking of all their times together. It was a bad part of Capitol Hill, full of homeless people, so no one stopped to help her. Finally, feeling spent and shaky, she climbed back to a standing position and stood there, feeling as if shed been beaten up. The music took her back in time, reminded her of so many shared moments. Swear well always be best friends.

Oh, Katie …

And she was crying again. Quieter this time.

She walked dully up one street and down another until something in one of the display windows caught her eye.

There, in a store on the corner, she found what she hadnt even realized shed been looking for. She had the gift wrapped and ran all the way back to Kates room.

She was out of breath when she opened the door and went inside.

Kate smiled tiredly. Let me guess: youve got a film crew with you.

Very funny. She eased around the curtain and stood by the bed. Your mom tells me youre still having trouble with Marah.

Its not your fault. Shes scared of all this and she doesnt know how easy it is to say youre sorry.

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You always were her role model. Kate closed her eyes. Im tired, Tully …

I have a present for you.

Kate opened her eyes. What I need cant be bought.

Tully tried not to react to that. Instead, she handed Kate the beautifully wrapped gift and helped her open it.

Inside was a hand-tooled, leather-bound journal. On the first page, Tully had written: Katies story.

Kate stared down at the blank page for a long time, saying nothing.

Katie?

I was never really a writer, she finally said. You and Johnny and Mom all wanted it for me, but I never did it. Too late now.

Tully touched her friends wrist, feeling how fragile and thin it was,- the tiniest pressure could leave a bruise. For Marah, she said quietly. And the boys. Someday theyll be old enough to read it. Theyll want to know who you were.

How do I know what to write?

Tully had no real answer for that. Just write what you remember.

Kate closed her eyes, as if the thought alone were too much to bear. Thanks, Tully.

I wont leave you again, Katie.

Kate didnt open her eyes, but she smiled just a little. I know.

Kate didnt remember falling asleep. One minute she was talking to Tully, and the nextshe was waking up in a dark room that smelled of fresh flowers and disinfectant.

Shed been in this room for so long it almost felt like home, and sometimes, when her familys hope was more than she could bear, this small beige room comforted her with its silence. Within these blank walls, when no one else was around, she didnt have to pretend to be strong.

But right now she didnt want to be here. She wanted to be at home, in her own bed, in her husbands arms rather than watching him sleep in the hospital bed on the other side of the room.

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Or with Tully, sitting on the muddy banks of the Pilchuck River, talking about David Cassidys newest album and sharing a bag of Pop Rocks.

The memory made her smile, and with it came a lessening of the fear that had wakened her.

She knew she wouldnt fall back asleep without medication and she didnt want to wake the night nurse. Besides, she had little enough life left to her,- what was the point in sleeping?

It had only been in the last few weeks that such morbid thoughts had come to her. Before that, in the months since her diagnosiswhat she thought of as D-Dayshe did everything she was supposed to do, and she did it with a smile for everyone in the room.

SurgerySure, cut me open and take my breasts.

RadiationAbsolutely. Burn me up.

ChemotherapyAnother dose of poison, please.

Tofu and miso soupYum. May I have some more?

Crystals. Meditation. Visualization. Chinese herbs.

Shed done it all, and done it with vigor. Even more important, shed believed in all of it, believed shed be cured.

The effort had winded her,- the belief had broken her.

She sighed and rubbed her eyes. Leaning sideways, she turned on the bedside lamp. Johnny, whod grown used to her weird waking/sleeping schedule, rolled onto his side and murmured, You okay, baby?

Im fine. Keep sleeping.

Mumbling something, he rolled back over. In no time, she heard his

quiet snore.

Kate reached over for the journal Tully had bought her. Holding it, she traced the leather etchings and the gold-edged sheets of paper.

It would hurt to do this,- of that she had no doubt. To pick up a pen and write down her life, shed have to remember it all, who she was, who shed wanted to be. Those memories would be painful, both the good and the bad would wound her.

But her children would see through the illness to her, the woman they would always remember, but never truly have time to know. Tully

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was right. The only gift Kate could give them now was the truth of who she was.

She flipped the journal open. Because she had no clear idea of where to start, she simply began to write.

Panic always comes to me in the same way. First, I get a knot in the pit oj my stomach that turns to nausea, then a fluttery breathlessness that no amount oj deep breathing can cure. But what causes my fear is different every day, I never know what will set me off. It could be a kiss from my husband, or the lingering look of sadness in his eyes when he draws back. Sometimes I know hes already grieving for me, missing me even while Im still here. Worse yet is Marahs c\uiet acceptance of everything I say. I would give anything for another of our old knock-down drag-out fights. Thats one of the first things Id say to you now, Marah: Those fights were real life. You were struggling to break free of being my daughter but unsure of how to be yourself, while I was afraid to let you go. Its the circle of love. I only wish Id recognized it then. Your grandmother told me Id know you were sorry for those years before you did, and she was right. I know you regret some of the things you said to me, as I regret my own words. None of that matters, though. I want you to know that. I love you and I know you love me.

But these are just more words, arent they? I want to go deeper than that. So, if youll bear with me (I havent really written anything in years), I have a story to tell you. Its my story, and yours, too. It starts in i 960 in a small farming town up north, in a clapboard house on a hill above a horse pasture. When it gets good, though, is {974, when the coolest girl in the world moved into the house across the street…

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

From her place in the makeup chair, Tully stared at herself. It was the first time, in all her years spent in seats like this, that shed really noticed how huge the mirrors were. No wonder it was so easy for a celebrity to get lost in her own reflection.

She said, I dont need makeup, Charles, and got out of the chair.

He stared at her, gape-mouthed, his own seriously overstyled hair falling across his face. Youre kidding me, right? Youre on in fifteen.

Let them see me as I am.

She walked around the studio, her fiefdom, watching her employees scurry around, running to and fro to make sure everything went off without a hitch, and that was no mean feat, given that shed called everyone at three yesterday to change the theme of todays live show. She knew that several of her producers and hookers had worked late into the night to put it together. She herself had been up until almost two in the morning, doing research. Shed faxed and e-mailed dozens of the best oncologists in the world. Shed spent hours on the phone, relaying every bit of information on Kates case that shed been able to glean. Every specialist said the same thing.

There was nothing Tully could do. No amount of fame or success or

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money would help her now. For the first time in years, she felt ordinary. Small.

But, for once, she had something important to say.

The theme music started, and she walked onto her stage.

Welcome to The Girlfriend Hour, she said as she always did, but then something went wrong, just stopped. She looked at her audience and saw strangers. It was an odd and disconcerting moment. For most of her life, shed sought approval from crowds like this, and their unconditional support had buoyed her.

They noticed something was wrong and fell silent.

She sat down on the edge of the stage. Youre all thinking Im skinnier in person and older. And that Im not as pretty as youd thought.

The audience laughed nervously.

Im not wearing makeup.

They burst into applause.

Im not fishing for compliments. Im just … tired. She glanced around. You have been my friends for a long time. You write to me, e-mail me, come to my events when Im in your city, and Ive always appreciated it. In return, Ive given you my honest self or as close as I can without some kind of medication. Do you remember a show from a few years ago, when my best friend, Kate Ryan, was ambushed on this very stage? By me?

There was a nervous rumbling, a shaking and nodding of heads.

Well, Kate has breast cancer.

A murmur of sympathy.

Its an extremely rare kind of cancer that starts not with a lump, but with a rash or a discoloration. Kates family physician diagnosed it as a bug bite and prescribed antibiotics. Unfortunately, this happens to too many women, especially younger women. Its called inflammatory breast cancer and it can be aggressive and all too deadly. By the time Kate was diagnosed, it was already too late.

There wasnt a sound from the audience.

Tully looked up through a blur of tears. Dr. Hilary Carleton is here

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to talk about inflammatory breast cancer, and to educate you about the symptoms.- the rashes, the localized heat, the discolorations, the puckered skin, and the inverted nipples, to name a few. Shell remind us all that we need to look for more than just lumps. The doctor has brought a woman with herMerrilee Comber from Des Moines, Iowawho first noticed a small scaly patch near her left nipple …

The show rolled forward as they all did, on the wheels of Tullys personality. She interviewed guests and showed pictures and reminded her audience of millions not only to get yearly mammograms but to watch for any changes in their breasts. At the end of her broadcast, instead of her usual Well talk tomorrow tagline, she looked into the camera and said, Katie, youre the best friend I have and the best mother I know. Except for Mrs. M., who is good, too. Then she smiled at her audience and said simply: This will be my last show for a long while. Im taking time off to be with Katie. As all of you would.

She heard a gasp following her announcement,- this time the sound came from backstage.

This show is, after all, just that: a show. Real life is with friends and family, and as an old friend pointed out to me a while ago: I do have a family. And she needs me now. She undipped her microphone, dropped it to the floor, and left the stage.

On Kates last night in the hospital, Tully convinced Johnny to take the kids home, and she took his place in the rooms other bed. She pushed the bed across the linoleum floor until it practically butted up to Katies. I brought you a tape of my last show.

You would think thats what a dying woman wanted to watch.

Ha ha. Tully put the tape in the machine and hit play, then crawled into her bed. Like a pair of eighth-grade girls at a slumber party, they watched the taped broadcast.

When it was over, Kate turned to her. Im glad to see youll still use me to bump up your ratings.

Ill have you know that was poignant and powerful. And important.

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You think thats true of everything you do.

Do not.

Good comeback.

You wouldnt know good TV if it bit you in the ass.

Kate smiled, but it was as washed out as her complexion. With her bald head and sunken eyes, she looked impossibly young and fragile.

Are you getting tired? Tully said, sitting up. Maybe we should go to sleep.

I noticed that you apologized to me on air. In your own way. Her smile expanded. I mean, without admitting you were a bitch or actually saying the words. You meant that you were sorry.

Yeah, well, youre on morphine. You probably saw me fly, too.

Kate laughed, but it soon dissolved into coughing.

Tully sat up quickly. Are you okay?

Hardly. She reached for the plastic glass on the table by her bed. Tully leaned over and guided the straw to her mouth. I started the journal.

Thats great.

Ill need you to help me remember, she said, putting the glass back. So much of my life happened with you.

Seems like our whole lives. God, Katie, we were such babies when we met.

Were still kids, Katie said softly.

Tully heard the sadness in her friends voice,- it matched her own. The last thing she wanted to think about right now was how young they were. For years theyd teased each other about getting old. How much have you written?

About ten pages. When Tully fell silent, Kate frowned. You arent going to demand to read it?

I dont want to intrude.

Dont do that, Tully, Kate said.

Do what?

Treat me as if Im dying. I need you to be … you. Its the only way I remember who I am. Deal?

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Okay, she said quietly, promising the only thing she had to give: herself. Its a deal. She had to force a smile and both of them knew it. Some lies, it was obvious, would be unavoidable in the days ahead. Youll need my input, of course. I was a witness to every important moment of your life. And I have a photographic memory. Its a gift. Like my ability to apply makeup and highlight hair.

Kate laughed. Theres my Tully.

Even with self-regulated pain meds, Kate found leaving the hospital a difficult endeavor. First of all, there was the crowd: her parents, her kids and husband, her aunt and uncle, her brother, and Tully. Second, there was just so much movementout of bed, into the wheelchair, out of the wheelchair, into the car, out of the car, into Johnnys arms.

He carried her through the comfortable, pretty island house that smelled of scented candles and last nights dinner, just as it always had. Hed made spaghetti last night,- she could tell. That meant tomorrow night it would be tacos. His two recipes. She rested her cheek against the soft wool of his sweater.

What will he cook for them when Im gone?

The question made her draw in a sharp breath, which she forced herself to release slowly. Being home would hurt like this sometimes,- so would being with her family. In a strange way, it would have been easier to spend her final days at the hospital, without all these reminders around her.

But easier wasnt the point anymore. Time with her family was what mattered.

Now they were all in the house, scattering like soldiers to their different tasks. Marah had herded the boys into their room to watch television. Mom was busy making casseroles,- Dad was probably mowing the lawn. That left Johnny, Tully, and Kate, making their way down the hallway toward the guest room, which had been redecorated for her homecoming.

The docs wanted you in a hospital bed, Johnny said. Ive got one, too, see? Well be like Ricky and Lucy in our twin beds.

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Of course. Shed meant to sound matter-of-fact, to simply acknowledge what they both knew: soon she would have trouble sitting up and the bed would help, but her voice betrayed her. Y-you painted, she said to her husband. The last time shed seen this room it had been

barn-red with white trim and red and blue furniturea casual, beachy look with lots of painted antique pieces and shells in glass bowls. Now it was pale green, almost celery-colored, with rose accents. Family photos were everywhere, in white porcelain frames.

Tully stepped forward. Actually, I did it.

Something to do with shysters, Johnny said.

Chakras, Tully corrected him. Its stupid, Im sure, but … She shrugged. I did a show on it once. Couldnt hurt.

Johnny carried Kate to her bed and tucked her in. The bathroom down here is all set up for you. Everything has been installedrailings and a shower seat and all the stuff they recommended. A hospice nurse will be coming by …

She wasnt sure when she closed her eyes. All she knew was that she was sleeping. Somewhere a radio was playing Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) and she could hear people talking in the distance. Then Johnny was kissing her and telling her she was beautiful and talking about the vacations they would someday take.

She awoke with a start. The room around her was dark now,- shed slept through the remaining daylight hours, obviously. Beside her, a eucalyptus-scented candle burned. The darkness lulled her for a moment, made her think she was alone.

Across the room, a shadow moved. Someone breathed.

Kate hit the button on her bed and moved to a sit. Hey, she said.

Hey, Mom.

She grew accustomed to the darkness and saw her daughter, sitting in a chair in the corner. Although Marah looked tired, she was so beautiful that Kate felt a cinching in her chest. Being home again made her see everything and everyone with perfect clarity, even in this gray darkness. When she looked at her teenage daughter, with her long black hair kept out of her eyes with little girl barrettes, she glimpsed the

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whole arc of lifethe child shed been, the girl she was, the woman shed become.

Hey, baby girl. She smiled and leaned sideways to turn on the bedside lamp. But you arent my baby anymore, are you?

Marah stood up and moved forward, twisting her hands together. For all of her grown-up beauty, the fear in her eyes made her look ten years old again.

Kate tried to figure out what she should say. She knew how much Marah wanted everything to be normal, but it simply wasnt. From now on the words they said to each other would be weighted, remembered. That was a simple fact of life. Or of death.

Ive been mean to you, Marah said.

Kate had waited years for this moment, actually dreamed of it in the days when she and Marah had been at war,- now she saw it from a distance and knew that those battles were just ordinary lifea girl trying to grow up and a mother trying to hang on. Shed give anything for another fight, actually,- it would mean they had time.

I was a bitch to grandma, too. Thats what teen girls do: rag on their mothers. And your Aunt Tully was a bitch to everyone.

Marah made a sound that was half snort, half laughter, and pure relief. I wont tell her you said that.

Believe me, honey, it will come as no surprise to her. And I want you to know something: Im proud of your big personality and spirit. It will take you far in this life. On those last words, she saw her daughters eyes fill with tears. Kate opened her arms and Marah leaned down to her, pulling her into a fierce embrace.

Kate could have held on forever, that was how good it felt. For years, Marahs hugs had been perfunctory at best, or a reward for getting her way. This was the real thing. When Marah drew back she was crying. Remember when you used to dance with me?

When you were really little, Id hold on and twirl you around until you giggled. Once I did it so long you threw up all over me.

We shouldnt have stopped, Marah said. I shouldnt have, I mean.

None of that, Kate said. Put down the bed rail and sit by me.

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Marah struggled with the rail, but finally got it down. She climbed into the bed and pulled her knees up.

Hows James? Kate asked.

Im into Tyler now.

And is he a nice boy?

Marah laughed at that. Hes totally hot, if thats what you mean. He asked me to the junior prom. Can I go?

Of course you can. But youll have a curfew.

Marah sighed. Some habits were in the teen DNA,- the disappointed sigh, it seemed, simply couldnt be overcome, not even by cancer. Okay.

Kate stroked her daughters hair, knowing she should say something profound here, something that would be remembered, but nothing extraordinary came to her. Did you apply for a summer job at the theater?

Im not gonna work this summer. Ill be home.

You cant put your life on hold, honey, Kate said quietly. Thats not how this is going to work. You said a summer job would help you get into USC anyway.

Marah shrugged, looked away. I decided to go to UW, like you and Aunt Tully.

Kate worked to keep her voice level, to imply that this was simply an ordinary teen/parent talk and not a glimpse of the rocky future. The USC drama school is the best around.

You dont want me that far away.

That was true. Kate had gone out of her way to tell her defiant daughter that California was too far away and that drama was not a

smart major.

I dont want to talk about college, Marah said, and Kate let it go for now.

Their conversation drifted into other ports. For the next hour, they just talked. Not about It, the big thing on the horizon and how it would change them all. Instead they talked about boys and writing and the movies that were out.

I got the lead in the summer play, Marah said after a while. I wasnt going to try out because you were sick, but Daddy said I should.

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Im glad you did. I know youll be amazing.

Marah launched into a long monologue about the play, the costumes, and her part. I cant wait for you to see it. Her eyes widened in realization of what shed said, the subject shed unintentionally broached. She slid off the bed, looking desperate to change the subject. Im sorry.

Kate reached up and touched her cheek. Its okay. Ill be there.

Marah stared down at her. They both knew it could end up being a broken promise. Remember when I was in middle school and Ashley stopped being my friend and I didnt know why?

Of course.

You took me out to lunch and it was like we were friends.

Kate swallowed hard, tasting the bitterness of tears in the back of her throat. Weve always been friends, Marah. Even when we didnt know it.

I love you, Mom.

I love you, too.

Marah wiped her eyes and bolted out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her.

It opened a moment later, so fast Kate barely had time to wipe her eyes before she heard Tully say, Ive got a plan.

Kate laughed, grateful to be reminded that life could still be funny and surprising, even now. You always do.

Will you trust me?

To my everlasting ruination, yes.

Tully helped maneuver Kate into the wheelchair and wrapped her in blankets.

Are we going to the North Pole?

Were going outside, Tully answered, opening the French doors that led out to the deck. Are you warm enough?

Im sweating. Grab that pouch off the nightstand, will you?

Tully grabbed the pouch, dropped it in Kates lap, and then took control of the wheelchair.

The yard on this cool June night was stunningly, unexpectedly beautiful. Stars blanketed the sky and cast pinpricks of light onto the jet-black

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Sound. A full moon hung poised above the glittering distant city lights. The grassy lawn rolled down toward the water. Blue moonlight illuminated a trail of toys and bikes left on the side of the wide hard-packed dirt path that led to the beach.

Tully maneuvered her off the deck, down a wide wooden ramp that was a very new addition,- then she paused. Close your eyes.

Its dark out, Tully. I hardly need

I cant wait forever.

Kate laughed. Fine. Im doing it so you dont throw one of your tantrums.

I do not throw tantrums. Now close your eyes and put your arms out from your sides, like an airplanes wings.

Kate closed her eyes and extended her arms.

Tully pushed the wheelchair over the bumpy bit of grass. There, at the lip of the slow hill that rolled down to the beach, she paused. Were kids again, she whispered into Kates ear. Its the seventies and weve just sneaked out of your house and gotten our bikes. She began to push the chair forward,- it went slowly, bumping over the uneven grass, dipping in potholes, and still Tully talked. Were on Summer Hill, riding without our hands, laughing like crazy people, thinking were invincible.

Kate felt the breeze along her bare head, tugging at her ears, making her eyes water. She could smell the evergreen trees and rich, black earth. She put her head back and laughed. For a moment, just a heartbeat really, she was a kid again, on Firefly Lane with her best friend beside her, believing she could fly.

When the ride was over and they were on the beach, she opened her eyes and looked up at Tully. In that moment, that one poignant smile, she remembered everything about them. The starlight looked like fireflies, falling down around them.

Tully helped her into one of the beach chairs, and then sat down beside her.

They sat side by side, as theyd done so often in the past, talking about nothing that mattered, this and that.

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Kate glanced back at the house, saw that no one was on the deck, and leaned toward Tully, whispering, Do you really want to feel like a kid again?

No, thanks. I wouldnt change places with Marah for the world. All that angst and drama.

Yeah, youre a real drama-free zone. Grinning at her own wit, Kate dug into the purple pouch on her lap and pulled out a fat white doobie. At Tullys awestruck expression, Kate laughed and lit up. I have a prescription.

The sweet, strangely oldfashioned scent of marijuana mingled with the tangy sea air. A cloud of smoke darted between them and disappeared.

You are totally bogarting the joint, Tully said, and they both laughed again. Just that wordbogartsent them spiraling back to the seventies.

They passed it back and forth and kept talking, giggling. They were so caught up in then that neither of them heard footsteps coming up behind them.

I turn my back on you girls for ten minutes and youre smoking pot. Mrs. Mularkey stood there, dressed in faded jeans and a sweatshirt from the ninetiesmaybe even the eightiesher snow-white hair in a lopsided, scrunchied ponytail. You know that leads to worse things, dont you? Like the crack or LSD.

Tully tried not to laugh,- she really did. Just say no to crack.

Thats a lesson I tried to teach Marah in choosing her pants, Kate said, giggling.

Mrs. M. pulled up another Adirondack chair and positioned it beside Kate. Then she sat down and angled toward her.

For a moment they all sat there, staring at one another while smoke drifted into the air.

Well? Mrs. M. finally said. I taught you to share, didnt I?

Mom!

Mrs. M. waved her hand. You girls from the seventies think youre so cool. Let me tell you, I was around for the sixties, and youve got

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nothing on me. She took the joint and put it in her mouth, taking a long, deep drag, holding it, and blowing it out. Hell, Katie, how do you think I got through the teen years when my two girls were sneaking out of the house at night and riding their bikes in the dark?

You knew about that? Tully said.

Kate laughed. You said it was booze that got you through.

Oh, Mrs. M. said. That, too.

At one oclock in the morning they were in the kitchen raiding the refrigerator when Johnny walked in and noticed the pile of junk food on the counter. Someone has been smoking pot.

Dont tell my mom, Kate said.

At that, her mom and Tully burst out laughing.

Kate leaned back in her wheelchair, grinning loopily up at her husband. Cast in the pale and distant light from the hallway, wearing his drugstore bifocals and an old Rolling Stones T-shirt, he looked like a hip professor. I hope youve come to join the party.

He moved toward her, bent down, and whispered, How about a private party?

She put her arms around his neck. You read my mind.

He scooped her into his arms, said goodnight to everyone, and carried her to their new room. She hung on tightly, her face buried in the crook of his neck, and smelled the last hint of aftershave hed put on this morning. It was the cheap stuff the kids gave him every Christmas.

In the bathroom, he helped her to the toilet and let himself be her crutch as she brushed her teeth and washed her face. By the time she was dressed for bed, she was exhausted. She hobbled slowly across the room, clutching Johnnys arm. Halfway there, he swept her up again and carried her to bed, tucking her in. I dont know how I can sleep without you in bed with me, she said.

Im right there. Ten feet away. If you need me in the night, just yell.

She touched his face. I always need you. You know that.

His face crumpled at that,- she saw the toll her cancer had taken on

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him. He looked old. And I need you. He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

That scared her more than it should have,- the forehead kiss was for old people and strangers. She grabbed his hand, said desperately, I wont break.

Slowly, still looking at her, he kissed her lips, and for a glorious moment, time and tomorrow fell away. It was just them,- when he drew back, she felt colder.

If only there was something they could say,- words that would ease them over this bumpy road.

Goodnight, Katie, he said at last, and turned away from her.

Night, she whispered back, watching him go to his own bed.

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For the next week Kate soaked in the early summer sun,- her days were spent huddled under her treasured afghans in a chair by the beach, writing furiously in her journal, or talking with her kids or her husband or Tully. Evenings were taken up by conversation,- Lucas and William told the longest, most run-on stories in the world. By the end of them, everyone was laughing. Afterward, the adults sat around the fire. More and more often they talked about the old days, back when theyd been too young to know that they were young, when the whole world had seemed open to them and dreams were as easy to pick as daisies. The funniest part of all was watching Tully try to take over the household duties. She burned dinners, bitched about an island world where no one delivered food to your home, ruined laundry, and repeatedly received instructions about how to operate the vacuum. Kate especially loved it when she heard her friend mutter, This athome shit is hard. Why didnt you ever tell me? No wonder you looked tired for fifteen years.

In any other circumstances it would have been the time of Kates life. For once she was the center of attention.

But no matter how hard they all tried to be normal, their life was a dirty window that couldnt be wiped clean. Everything, every moment,

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was coated by illness. As always, it fell to Kate to lead the way, to be the smiling, optimistic one. They were all okay as long as she remained strong and resilient. Then they could talk and laugh and carry on the pretense of ordinary life.

It was exhausting, all this propping up of their feelings, but what choice did she have? Sometimes when the burden was too great she upped her pain meds and curled up with Johnny on the couch and simply fell asleep. When she woke up, invariably she was ready to smile again.

Sunday mornings were especially overwhelming. Today, everyone was hereMom, Dad, Sean and his girlfriend, Tully, Johnny, Marah and the twins. They took turns telling stories so that there was rarely a lull in the conversation.

Kate listened and nodded and smiled and pretended to eat, even though she was nauseous and in pain.

It was Tully who noticed. In the process of passing the quiche Mom had made, she looked up at Kate, said, You look like shit.

They all agreed.

Kate tried to make a joke, but her mouth was too dry to form words.

Johnny swept her out of her chair and carried her to her room.

When she was back in bed, medicated again, she stared up at her husband.

How is she? Tully said, coming into the room, standing beside Johnny.

Kate saw them there, together, shoulder to shoulder, and loved them so much it hurt. As always there was a pinch of jealousy, too, but that was as familiar to her as the beat of her heart.

I was hoping to feel good enough to go shopping with you, Kate said. I wanted to help Marah pick out her prom dress. Youll have to do it, Tully. She tried to smile. Nothing too revealing, okay? And watch out for the shoes. Marah thinks she can wear high heels, but I worry … Kate frowned. Are you two listening to me?

Johnny smiled at Tully. Did you say something?

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innocence. Me? You know how rarely I talk. People often say Im too quiet.

Kate maneuvered her bed up to a sit. Whats with the comedy act? Im trying to tell you something important.

The doorbell rang. Who could that be? Tully said. Ill go check.

Marah poked her head in the room. Theyre here. Is she ready?

Who is here? Am I ready for what? No sooner had the words left Kates mouth than the parade into her room began. First came a man in coveralls, pushing a rolling rack full of floor-length gowns. Next, Marah and Tully and Mom crowded into the small space.

Okay, Dad, Marah said. No boys allowed.

Johnny kissed Kates cheek and left the room.

The only good thing about being rich and famous, Tully said, well, there are lots of good things about it, but one of the best is that if you call Nordstroms and say please send me every prom dress you have in sizes four through six, they do it.

Marah came to the side of the bed. I couldnt pick out my first prom dress without you, Mom.

Kate didnt know if she wanted to laugh or cry, so she did both.

Dont worry, Tully said. I explicitly told the saleswoman to leave the skanky dresses in the store.

At that, they all laughed.

As the weeks passed, Kate felt herself weakening. Despite her best efforts and her purposely optimistic attitude, her body began to fail in a dozen little ways. A word she couldnt find, a sentence she couldnt finish, a trembling weakness in her fingers that wouldnt still, a nausea that all too often became unbearable, and the cold. She was always chilled to the bone.

And then there was the pain. By late July, when the nights began to grow longer and had the sweet sultry taste of a ripe peach, she had nearly doubled her morphine dosage and no one cared. As her doctor said, Addiction isnt your problem now.

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She was a good enough actress that no one seemed to notice how weak she was becoming. Oh, they knew she had to use the wheelchair to get to the beach, and that she often fell asleep well before the nightly movie started, but in these days of summer, the household was in a constant state of flux. Tully had taken over Kates daytime routine as best she could, which left Kate time to work on her journal. Sometimes, lately, she worried that she wouldnt have time to finish it, and the thought scared her.

The funny thing was that dying didnt. Not so much anymore. Oh, she still had panic attacks when she thought about The End, but even those were becoming less frequent. More and more often, she just thought: Let me rest.

She couldnt say that, though. Even to Tully, whod listen to her for hours and hours. Whenever Kate brought up the future, Tully flinched and made a smart-ass comment.

Dying was a lonely business.

Mom? Marah said quietly, pushing the door open.

Kate forced herself to smile. Hi, honey. I thought you were going over to Lytle Beach today with the gang.

I was going to.

What changed your mind?

Marah stepped forward. For a moment, Kate was disoriented by the sight of her own daughter,- shed had a growth spurt again. At almost six feet, she was filling out, too, becoming a woman before Kates eyes. I need to do something.

Okay. What is it?

Marah turned around, looked down the hall, then back to Kate. Could you come into the living room?

Kates desire to say no swelled, almost overtook her, but she said Of course, and put on her robe, mittens, and knitted cap. Fighting nausea and exhaustion, she got slowly out of bed.

Marah took her by the arm and steadied her, becoming for a moment the mother,- she led her into the living room, where, despite the heat of the day, a fire burned in the fireplace. Lucas and William, still in their jammies, sat together on the couch.

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Hi, Mommy, they said at once, flashing their gaptoothed grins.

Marah positioned Kate next to the boys, tucked her robe around her legs, and then sat down on the other side of her.

Kate smiled. This is like those plays you used to stage when you were little.

Marah nodded and snuggled in close to her. When she looked at Kate, though, she wasnt smiling. A long time ago, she said in an unsteady voice, you gave me a special book.

I gave you lots of books.

You told me that someday Id be sad and confused and Id need it.

Kate wanted to pull away suddenly, distance herself, but she was held in place by her children. Yes, was all she could say.

For the last few weeks, Ive tried to read it a bunch of times and I couldnt.

Its okay

And I figured out why. We all need it. She reached over to the end table and picked up the paperback copy of The Hobbit Kate had given her. It felt like a lifetime ago now, the day shed given this favorite novel to her daughter, passed it on. A lifetime ago, and an instant.

Yippee! William said. Marahs gonna read to us.

Lucas elbowed his brother. Shut up.

Kate put an arm around her boys and stared at her daughters earnest, beautiful face. Okay.

Marah leaned back, settled in close to Kate, and opened the book. Her voice was only a little wobbly at the start, but as the story took hold, she found her strength again. In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit …

August ended too quickly and melted into a lazy September. Kate tried to experience every moment of every day, but even with a positive outlook, there was no way to avoid the ugly truth: she was fading.

She clung to Johnnys arm and concentrated on her walking. One slippered foot in front of the other,- keep breathing. She was so tired of

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being wheeled around in her chair, or carried like a child, but walking was more and more difficult. She had headaches, too,- blistering ones that sometimes left her winded and unable to remember the people and things around her.

Do you need your oxygen? Johnny asked, bending close to her ear so the kids wouldnt hear.

I sound like Lance Armstrong during the Tour de France. She tried to smile. No, thanks.

He got her settled on the deck in her favorite chair and tucked the wool blanket around her. Are you sure youll be okay while were gone?

Of course. Marah needs to get to rehearsal and the boys would hate to miss Little League. And Tully will be home any minute.

Johnny laughed. I dont know. I can produce an entire documentary in the time it takes her to grocery-shop for one meal.

Kate smiled, too. She is learning a lot of new skills.

After he left, the house behind her settled into an unfamiliar silence. She stared out at the glittering blue Sound and the tiara of a city on the opposite shore, remembering suddenly when shed lived over there, near the Public Market,- a young career girl with shoulder pads and cinch belts and slouch boots. That was when she first saw Johnny and tumbled into love. She still remembered so many of their momentswhen hed first kissed her and called her Katie and said he didnt want to hurt her.

Reaching into the bag at her side, she pulled out her journal and stared down at it, tracing the leather pattern on the cover. It was almost finished now. Shed written it all down, or as much as she could remember, and it had helped her as much as shed hoped it would someday help her kids.

She opened to the page where shed left off and began to write.

Thats the funny thing about writing your life story. You start out trying to remember dates and times and names. You think its about facts, your life, that what youll look back on and remember are the successes and failures, the time line of your youth and middle age, but that isnt it at all.

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Love. Family. Laughter. Thats what I remember when its all said and done. For so much oj my life I thought I didnt do enough or want enough. I guess I can be forgiven my stupidity. I was young. I want my children to know how proud I am of them, and how proud I am of me. We were everything we neededyou and Daddy and I had everything I ever wanted.

Love.

Thats what we remember.

She closed the journal. There was nothing more to say.

Tully came home from the grocery store feeling triumphant. She put the bags on the counter, emptied them one by one, then opened a can of beer and went outside.

That grocery store is a jungle, Kate. I guess I went down the up lane, or in the out lane, I dont know. Youd have thought I was Public Enemy Number One. I never heard so much honking.

We at-home moms dont have long to shop.

I dont know how you did it all. Im exhausted by ten oclock every morning.

Kate laughed. Sit.

If I roll over and play dead do I get a biscuit?

Kate handed her her journal. You get this. First.

Tully drew in a sharp breath. For all of the summer, shed seen Kate writing on these pages, at first quickly and easily, and gradually more slowly. In the last few weeks, everything had been slow going for her.

She sat down slowlyslumped, actuallyunable to say anything past the lump in her throat. She knew it would make her cry, but it would make her soar, too. Reaching out, she held Kates hand and then opened the journal to the first page.

A sentence jumped out at her.

The first time I saw Tully Hart, I thought: Wow! Look at those boobs.

Tully laughed and kept reading. Page after page.

Were sneaking out?

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Of course. Get your bike. And: Ill just shave your eyebrows to give them shape… oops… thats not good …

Your hair is coming out… maybe I should read the directions again …

Laughing, Tully turned to her. These words, these memories had, for a glorious moment, made everything normal. How could you be friends with me?

Kate smiled back. How could I not?

Tully felt like an imposter as she slipped into Kate and Johnnys bed. She knew it made sense, her being in this room, but on this night it felt more wrong than usual. Reading the journal had reminded Tully of everything she had with Kate,- everything they were losing.

Finally, sometime after three, she fell into a fitful sleep. She dreamed of Firefly Lane, of two girls riding their bikes down Summer Hill at night. The wind smelled of freshly cut hay and the stars were bright.

Look, Katie, no hands.

But Kate wasnt there. Her empty bike clattered down the road, the white plastic streamers fluttering from the ends of the molded plastic grips.

Tully sat up, breathing hard.

Shaking, she got out of bed and put her robe on. Out in the hallway she passed dozens of mementos, photos of this life theyd shared for decades, and two closed bedroom doors. Behind them, the kids were asleep, probably suffering through similar dreams.

Downstairs, she made a cup of tea and went to the deck, where the cool dark air allowed her to breathe again.

Bad dreams?

Johnnys voice startled her. He was in one of the Adirondack chairs, looking up at her. In his eyes she saw the same sadness that filled every pore of her skin and cell of her body.

Hey, she said, sitting in the chair beside his.

A cool breeze came off the Sound, whistling eerily above the familiar whooshing of the waves.

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I dont know how to do this, he said quietly.

Thats the same thing Katie said to me, she said, and just like that, the realization of how similar they were made Tully ache all over again. Its quite a love story you two have.

He turned to her, and in the pale moonlight she saw the tense line of his jaw, the tightening around his eyes. He was holding it all in, trying so hard to be strong for all of them.

You dont have to do it with me, you know, she said quietly.

Do what?

Be strong.

The words seemed to release something in him. Tears shone in his eyes,- he crumpled forward, saying nothing,- silently his shoulders shook.

She reached out and took his hand, held it tightly while he cried.

For twenty years, every time I turn around, you two are together.

Tully and Johnny both turned.

Kate stood in the open doorway behind them, bundled up in a huge terrycloth robe. Bald and impossibly thin, she looked like a child playing dress-up in her mothers clothes. Shed said things like this to both of them before,- they all knew it, but this time she was smiling. She looked somehow both sad and peaceful.

Katie, Johnny said, his voice raw, his eyes shining. Dont …

I love you both, she said, not moving toward them. Youll comfort each other … take care of each other and the kids … after Im gone

Dont, Tully said, starting to cry.

Johnny was on his feet. He gently picked his wife up and kissed her for a long, long time.

Take her up to your bed, Johnny, Tully said, trying to smile now. Ill sleep in the guest room.

Johnny carried her upstairs with so much care she couldnt help thinking that she was sick. He put her on her side of the bed. Turn on the fire.

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Are you cold?

To the bone. She nodded and tried gingerly to sit up as he crossed the room and flicked the switch for the gas fireplace. With a whoosh, blue and orange flames shot up from the fake log, tinting the dark room with a soft golden light.

When he came back and settled in beside her, she reached up slowly, traced the outline of his lips with the tip of her finger. You first ravished me on the floor in front of a fire, remember?

He smiled,- like a blind woman, she felt his lips curve with the sensitive pad of her finger. If I remember correctly, you were doing the ravishing.

And what if I wanted to ravish you now?

He looked so scared that she wanted to laugh, but it wasnt funny. Can we?

He took her in his arms. She knew they were both thinking that shed lost so much weight there was almost nothing left of her.

Nothing left of her.

She closed her eyes and tightened her hold around his neck.

The bed seemed so big suddenly, like a sea of soft white cotton compared to the bed downstairs that had become hers.

Slowly, Kate took off her robe and peeled out of her nightgown, trying not to notice how white and sticklike her legs were. Even worse was the battlefield that had been her breasts. She looked ruined, like a little boy, only there were the scars.

Johnny stripped out of his clothes, kicked them aside, and climbed back into bed beside her, drawing the covers up to their hips.

Her heart was thumping hard as she looked at him.

Youre so beautiful, he said, and leaned forward to kiss her scars.

Relief and love cracked her open inside. She kissed him, her breath coming hard and ragged already. In their twenty years of marriage theyd made love thousands of times, and it was always great, but this was different,- they had to be so gentle. She knew he was terrified of breaking her bones. She hardly remembered later how it had all happened, how shed come to be on top of him,- all she knew was that she

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needed every part of him, and everything that she was, that shed ever been, was irrevocably tied up with this man. When he finally entered her, slow and easy, filling her, she came down to meet him, and in that glorious second, she was whole again. She bent down and kissed him, tasting his tears.

He cried out her name so loudly she silenced him with her palm,- if shed had any breath left she would have laughed at his outburst and whispered, The kids!

But her own orgasm, seconds later, made her forget everything except the pleasure of this sensation.

Finally, smiling, feeling young again, she snuggled up against him. He put an arm around her and pulled her close. They lay there a long time, half sitting against the mound of pillows, watching the firelight, saying nothing.

Then, quietly, Kate said what had been on her mind for a long time. I cant stand to think of you alone.

I wont ever be alone. Weve got three kids.

You know what I mean. Id understand if you and Tully

Dont. He looked at her finally, and in the eyes she knew as well as her own she saw a pain so deep she wanted to weep.

It was always you. Just you, Katie. Tully was a one-night stand, a long time ago. I didnt love her then and I never have. Not for a second. Youre my heart and soul. My world. How can you not know that?

She saw the truth in his face, heard it in the tremble in his voice, and she was ashamed of herself. She should have known this all along. I do know that. Im just so worried about you and the kids. I hate to think …

This conversation was like swimming through acid,- it burned through flesh and bone. I know, baby, he said finally. I know.

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The day of the summer play dawned crisp and clear. A beautiful Northwest autumn afternoon. Kate wanted to help Marah prepare for the big event, but she was too weak to do much. Smiling took effort. The pain behind her eyes was constant now, like the bleating beat of an alarm clock that couldnt be turned off.

And so Kate handed over her duties to Tully who performed them like a champ.

Kate slept through most of it. By the time night had fallen, she was as rested as she could be and ready to face the challenge of what lay ahead.

Are you sure youre up to this? Tully asked at six forty-five.

Im ready. Maybe you should put some makeup on me so I dont scare little kids.

I thought youd never ask. And I brought you a wig to wearif you want it.

Id love it. I would have thought of it myself if I had any brain cells left. She reached for her oxygen mask and took a few hits.

Tully left the room and returned with her makeup kit.

Kate angled her bed up and closed her eyes. This feels like the old days.

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Tully talked as she worked her magic, penciling on eyebrows, gluing on lashes. Kate let herself be carried away on the tide of her friends voice. I have a gift, you know. Do you have a razor?

Kate meant to laugh. Maybe she even did.

Okay, Tully finally said. Time to try on the wig.

Kate blinked, realizing shed fallen asleep, and grinned. Sorry about that.

Dont worry about me. I love it when people fall asleep while Im talking.

Kate pulled the stocking cap off her head and the mittens off her hands. She was always freezing cold.

Tully put the wig on, positioned it, then helped Kate dress in a black wool dress with tights and boots. In the wheelchair, they wrapped her in blankets, then Tully wheeled her over to the mirror. Well?

She stared at her reflectionpale, thin face with eyes that looked huge beneath the drawn-on eyebrows, brightly blond shoulder-length hair, perfectly red lips. Great, she said, hoping she sounded honest.

Good, Tully said. Lets round the troops up and go.

A half an hour later, they pulled up to the auditorium. They were so early that no other cars were yet in the parking lot.

Perfect.

Johnny put Kate in the wheelchair, covered her in blankets, and led the way to the front doors.

Inside, they took up most of the first row, saving places for the rest of the family,- Kates wheelchair was positioned on the end of the aisle.

Ill be back in thirty minutes with your folks and the boys, Johnny said to Kate. Do you need anything else?

No.

When he was gone, she and Tully sat in the shadows of the empty auditorium. Kate shivered and tightened the blankets around her. Her head was pounding and she felt sick to her stomach. Talk to me, Tully. About anything.

Tully didnt miss a beat. She started talking about yesterdays rehearsal, then went on to her troubles with the carpool protocol.

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Kate closed her eyes, and suddenly they were kids again, sitting by the Pilchuck River, wondering how their lives would unfold.

Well be TV journalists. Someday Ill tell Mike Wallace that I couldnt have done it without you.

Dreams. Theyd had so many of them, and a surprising number had come true. The funny thing was that she hadnt valued them all highly enough when shed had the chance.

Leaning back in her seat, she said quietly, Do you still know the guy who runs the drama program at USC?

I do. Tully looked at her. Why?

Kate felt Tullys scrutiny on her profile. Without making eye contact, she straightened her wig. Maybe you could call him. Marah would love to go there. With the words came the thought: I wont be there for her. For any of it. Marah would go off to college without her …

I thought you didnt want her to be in the arts.

It scares the hell out of me to think of my baby in Hollywood. But youre a TV star. Her dads a news producer. The poor kid is surrounded by dreamers. What chance did she ever have? She reached over, squeezed Tullys hand. More than anything, she wanted to look at Tully, but she couldnt do it, didnt dare. Youll watch out for her and the boys, right?

Always.

Kate felt the start of a smile,- that one word released a little of her sadness. One thing about Tully: she kept her word. And maybe youll look up Cloud again.

Its funny youd mention that. I was planning on it. Someday.

Good, Kate said softly but firmly. Chad was right, and I was wrong about that. When you get … to the end, you see that love and family are all there is. Nothing else matters.

Youre my family, Katie.

I know. Youll need more after

Please dont say it.

Kate looked at her friend. Bold, brassy, larger-than-life Tully, whod barreled through the years like a lion in a jungle, always the king. Now

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she was quiet, afraid. The very idea of Kates death had unraveled her, made her smaller. Im going to die, Tully. Not saying it wont change it.

I know.

Heres what I want you to know: I loved my life. For so long I was waiting for it to start, waiting for more. It seemed like all I did was drive and shop and wait. But you know what? I didnt miss a thing with my family. Not a moment. I was there for all of it. Thats what Ill remember, and theyll have each other.

Yes.

Im worried about you, though, Kate said.

You would be.

Youre afraid of love, but youve got so much of it to give.

I know Ive spent a lot of years whining about being alone, and Ive had a history of hooking up with inappropriate or unavailable men, but the truth is my career has been my love, and mostly its been enough. Ive been happy. Its important to me that you know that.

Kate gave her a tired smile. Im proud of you, you know. Have I told you that often enough?

And Im proud of you. Tully looked at her best friend, and in that one look, thirty plus years crowded in between them, reminded them both of the girls theyd been and the dreams theyd shared, and of the women theyd become. Weve done all right, havent we?

Before Kate could answer, the auditorium doors banged open and people streamed in.

Johnny, Mom, Dad, and the boys took their seats just as the house lights flickered.

Then the stage lights came on, the heavy red velvet curtains parted slowly, dragging across the wooden stage at their hem, and revealing the poorly painted set of a small town.

Marah walked onstage, dressed in a high school drama version of a nineteenth century gown.

When Marah began to speak, it was magic.

There was no other word for it.

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Kate felt Tullys hand close over hers, squeeze gently. When Marah walked offstage, to a standing ovation, Kates heart swelled with pride. She leaned against Tully and whispered, Now I know why I gave her your middle name.

Tully turned to her. Why?

Kate tried to smile, but couldnt. It took almost a full minute before she could find enough voice to say, Because shes the best of both of us.

The end came on a bleak and rainy October night. With everyone she loved standing around her bed, she said goodbye to them one by one, whispering one last special thing to each of them. Then, as rain hit the window and darkness fell, she closed her eyes for the last time.

Kates last To Do list concerned her funeral and Tully followed it to the letter. The Catholic church on the island was filled with photographs and flowers and friends. Not surprisingly, Kate had chosen Tullys favorite flowers rather than her own.

For days Tully focused on nothing else. She handled the details and took care of everything while the Ryans and the Mularkeys sat together on the beach, holding hands and occasionally remembering to talk.

Tully prepared herself for the day, as well, reminding herself that she was a professional; she could smile her way through anything.

But when the time came, and they actually pulled up in front of the church, she panicked. I cant do this, she said.

Johnny reached for her hand. She waited for comforting words, but he had none.

While they sat there in silence, with the kids in the backseat, all of them staring at the church, the Mularkeys pulled up beside them and parked.

It was time. Like a flock of black crows, they came together, hoping

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for strength in numbers. Holding hands, they walked past the throng of mourners and up the massive stone church steps and into the church.

Were in the left front row, Mrs. M. said, sidling close.

Tully looked down at Marah, who was crying quietly, and the sight broke her.

She wanted to comfort her goddaughter, tell her it would be okay, but they both knew better than that. She loved you so much, she said, getting a strange and sudden glimpse of their future then. Theyd be friends someday, she and Marah. In time, Tully would give her the journal and theyd share the stories of who her mother had been, and those stories would bind them together and bring Kate back for a few precious moments.

Come on, Johnny said.

Tully couldnt move. You guys go up. Im just going to stand here for a minute.

Are you sure?

I m sure.

Johnny squeezed her shoulder and then ushered the boys and Marah forward. Mr. and Mrs. M., Sean, Georgia, and the rest of the family followed,- they all ducked into the front row and sat down.

Up front an organ began to play a slow, plodding version of You and Me Against the World.

Tully didnt want to be here for this. She didnt want to listen to pathetic music that was designed to make you cry, or listen to the priest tell stories about the woman hed known, who was only a shadow of the woman Tully knew. Most of all, she didnt want to see the montage of pictures of Kates life splashed on a giant screen above her coffin.

Before she could even think about it, she turned and walked out.

Sweet, fresh air filled her lungs. She gulped it greedily, trying to calm down. Behind her, through the door, she heard the music change to One Sweet Day.

She closed her eyes, leaning back against the door.

Ms. Hart?

Startled, she opened her eyes and saw the funeral director standing

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on the bottom step. Shed met him once before, when shed brought clothes for the burial and pictures for the montage. Yes.

Mrs. Ryan asked me to give you this. He held out a big black box.

I dont understand.

She entrusted me with this box and asked me to give it to you on the day of her funeral. She said youd be standing out front when it started.

Tully smiled at that, even though it hurt like hell. Of course Kate would know. Thanks.

She took the box and walked down the steps and across the parking lot. Across the street, she sat down on an iron park bench.

There, she took a deep breath and opened the box. On top lay a letter. Kates bold, left-slanted handwriting was unmistakable.

PearTuLLy

i feiA-ow you. woiA/t be able to stai/vd m.y fuccfeliA^ fuiA-eraL. youre v^ot the star, i hofe you. at least had the-photos ofvw.e alYbrushed. There are so vw,a\n,y thli/vgs i should saw to won, but Iia, our Vifetxw^ weve scad thein. all.

talee care of Johi/u/vy av^d the lelds for v*.e, oleay? reach the boys how to be ge^tLem^iA, and Mnrah how to be stroi^. whe^v-theyre ready, give them-wcy joiwual av^d telL them, aboutt w.e wheiA-they Ťste. The truth, too. i waiA-t thet^i. to lei^ow Lt all.

its goui/vg to be hard oia, uou, ia-ow. Tfaats oť^e of the thi-kvgs I regret the m.ost. so, heres what I have to say Im, nty beyot^d-the-grave Letter (very dramatic, doiA/t uou. thliA-fe?):

I tei/vow youll be thliA^feL^ that I left you., butt Its i/u>t true. ALL you. have to do us revw.evw.ber Firefly uav^e, an-d youL

There wlLL aLways be a Tullyav^dKate.

It was signed:

B-FF V Kate

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She pressed the letter to her chest.

Then she looked down in the box again. There were three things left.

A Virginia Slims cigarette with a yellow sticky note on it that read, Smoke me.

An autographed picture of David Cassidy that said, Kiss me, and an iPod with headphones that said, Play me and dance.

Tully laughed through her tears and lit up the cigarette, taking a drag and coughing on the exhale. The smell of smoke immediately made her think of their nights on the banks of the Pilchuck River, lying against fallen logs, staring up at the Milky Way.

She closed her eyes, put her head back, and tilted her face to the cool autumn sun. A breeze touched her face and tangled in her hair, and with it, she thought: Katie.

Suddenly she felt her friend beside her, above her, all around her, inside her. She heard Kate in the whispering of the wind overhead and the skudding of the golden leaves across the pavement.

She opened her eyes, gasping at the certainty that she wasnt alone.

Hey, Katie, she whispered, then put on the headphones and hit play.

Dancing Queen blared out at her, sweeping her back in time.

Young and sweet, only seventeen.

She stood up, unsure of whether she was laughing or crying. All she really knew was that she wasnt alone, that Kate wasnt gone. Theyd had more than three decades of good times and bad times and everything in between, and nothing could take that away. They had the music and the memories, and in those, they would always, always be together.

Best friends forever.

There, standing in the middle of the street, all by herself, she started to dance.

Dear Reader,

In the two decades of my writing career, I have never before been tempted to add any kind of postscript or letter to a novel, and truthfully, I tried to avoid it here. As you can plainly see, that plan failed miserably. The problem, it seems, is the book youve just read.

As you may or may not be able to tell, the writing of Firefly Lane was a very personal journey for me. I grew up in the late seventies in western Washington, a place and time that felt oh-so-dangerous and turbulent back then and now seems sweetly innocent in comparison to todays world. I went to the University of Washington and joined a sorority. All of the musk mentioned throughout the story reminds me of those long-gone days. Goodbye Yellow Brick Road was the first album I bought with

my own money.

And I lost my mother to breast cancer. Like so many women, I have spent a lifetime being on the lookout for danger signs. I do my self-exams and have my yearly mammograms; I do everything Im supposed to do.

 Thats why inflammatory breast cancer, or IBC, is so frightening. It presents in sly and unexpected ways. Often family physicians overlook or misdiagnose the symptoms, and as we all know, when it comes to cancer, timing is everything. So I want to urge women to add the IBC warning signs to their list of symptoms to look for, and Id add that if something feels wrong, dont be afraid to ask Questions or get second opinions. We women know our bodies, we know when something doesnt feel or look right. We need to embrace our knowledge of ourselves and not take no for an answer.

I know it can be scary and difficult, but fear is no excuse to turn away. If you find yourself hesitating, or giving in to your fear, look to a friend for help and support. Thats the best thing about being a womanwere always therefor each other. As Tully and Kate would say-, no matter what.

Thank you for reading.

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

Part One

CHAPTER TfO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

Part Two

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Part Three

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Part

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTYSIX

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

CHAPTER THIRTY

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN