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house.
    "I know I wouldn't ever be able to use that bathroom
again, regardless of how gorgeous it is." Trish shuddered. "Can you imagine bathing in the same tub where
your wife accidentally electrocuted herself?"
    "I wonder if Claire will go with Sam if he decides to
go to his sister's house?" Edna asked.
    Millie shrugged. "She probably will. She's like a
member of the family, after all."
    Edna sighed deeply and rose from her chair. Carrying her cup to the sink, she said, "I think I'll run over
and see how Sam is doing. If Joe comes by looking for me, will you tell him where I've gone? He took our car
in for service this morning, and then we're meeting
Stan and Lewis for lunch."

    "How are your sons, by the way? I haven't seen them
in a while," Trish said.
    "I'm keeping my fingers crossed. I think Stan has a
girlfriend. If those two boys don't get busy finding
wives, I'll never get to be a grandmother."
    Millie chuckled. "In case you haven't noticed, your
boys are in their forties. They are considered men now."
    "I don't care how old they are. They're still my boys. I just don't understand it. Both are successful in their
jobs, both are very handsome, if I do say so myself,
and they have never been in any trouble. What's wrong
with them?"
    "Marriage isn't for everybody, you know," Trish said
sardonically. "Even though you have a fairy-tale marriage, that happily-ever-after stuff doesn't work for
everybody"
    Millie raised her eyebrows. "My, we're the cynical
one, aren't we?"
    "I am not cynical. I'm a realist."
    "Well, then, you're a cynical realist."
    "There's no such thing."
    Edna threw her hands in the air, motioning for a time
out. "You two can argue after I'm gone. I'll talk to you
later."
    "Give Sam our love," Trish called out to Edna's departing back.
    Millie stayed a few minutes longer, finishing her coffee and talking about her own daughter and two grandchildren. Finally, she stood to leave. "I need to run to
the grocery store. Do you need anything?"

    "No, thanks. I went yesterday."
    "Want to come over for dinner tonight? I'm fixing
meatloaf, and that movie you've been wanting to see
about the horse who rallied the country after the stock
market crash is on "
    Trish thought for a minute. The idea certainly held
appeal, and she hated cooking for just herself. "Okay,
that sounds good. I would normally bring a cake, but
since I'm dieting I'll bring Jell-O and fruit."
    "Yippee," Millie said apathetically. "My mouth is
watering."

     

Trish yawned and leaned against the opening to the
living room, looking at her exercise machine. "What
the heck," she muttered to herself. "Tomorrow is another day." She should start on the dessert for tonight,
anyway. Grinning, she rinsed out the coffee cups and
placed them in the dishwasher.
    Maybe she'd surprise Millie and bake some cupcakes. The woman was a chocoholic if there ever was
one. She'd have to make sure she took them all to Millie's, though, and more important, be sure she left them
all. Otherwise, she'd be tempted to eat half a dozen in
one sitting. Millie, she knew, could eat them all and not
gain an ounce. It just wasn't fair.
    Trish unfastened her new stretch belt. Her favorite
sweatpants hung on a convenient hook on the back of
the bathroom door, and they beckoned to her like a longlost friend. She was halfway down the hallway when the
doorbell pealed for the second time that morning. "Now what?" she sighed and backtracked. But before she could
even get to the door, the bell rang twice more.

    She flung open the door, ready to give whoever was on
the other side a piece of her mind when she saw the frazzled look on Edna's face. Edna pushed through the door
with a hand on her chest. Breathing heavily, she said,
"Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness! You are not going
to believe what happened!"
    "What?"
    "They just took Sam away!"
    "Who did?"
    "The police did!"
    Trish's eyebrows rose. "The police took Sam away?
Why would they do such a