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and bitterness. Comfort, companionship and realistic expectations…they didn’t sound nearly as glam as undying passion , but they were worth a lot more than most people believed.
    There was one more reason I wanted to get a commitment from Dennis. Soon, I’d turn thirty-four, and when that happened, I’d be the same age as my mother the last time I saw her. For whatever reason, the thought of being ( alone, adrift ) single…at that age…it felt like a failure of monumental proportion. In the past few months, that thought had been pulsing in a dark rhythm. Same age as she was. Same age as she was.
    Dennis was silent, his napkin now confetti. “Dude, listen,” he finally said. “Harp. Er. Harper, I mean. Uh, hon…well, the thing is…”
    At that moment, Audrey Hepburn’s whispery voice floated from my purse—“Moon River,” the song indicating a call from my sister. Like Audrey, my sister was lovely, sweet and ever in need of protection. She’d moved to New York recently, and I hadn’t heard from her much these past few weeks.
    “You wanna take that?” Dennis asked hastily.
    “Um…do you mind?” I said. “It’s my sister.”
    “Go right ahead,” he answered, practically melting in relief. “Take your time.” He drained the remaining half of his beer and turned again to the Boston Red Sox.
    Oh, dream maker, you heartbreaker… “Hi, Willa!”
    “Harper? It’s me, Willa!” Though my stepsister was twenty-seven, her voice retained a childlike chime, and the sound never failed to bring a smile to my face.
    “Hi, sweetie! How’s the Big Apple? Do you love it?”
    “It’s so great, but Harper, I have news! Big news!”
    “Really? Did you find a job?”
    “Yes, I’m, um, an office assistant. But that’s not my news. Are you ready? Are you sitting down?”
    A chilly sense of dread laced through my knees. I glanced at Dennis, who was focused on the ball game. “Okay…what is it?”
    “I’m getting married!”
    My hand flew to my mouth. “Willa!”
    “I know, I know, you’re gonna have kittens, and yes, we just met a couple weeks ago. But it’s like kismet, is that the right word? Totally real. I mean, Harper, I’ve never felt like this before! Ever.”
    Crotch. I took a breath, held it for a few seconds, then released it slowly. “I hate to be a buzzkill, Willa, but that’s what you said the first time you were married, honey. Second time, too.”
    “Oh, stop!” she said, laughing. “You’re a total buzzkill. I knew you’d freak, but don’t. I’m twenty-seven, I know what I’m doing! I just called you because…oh, Harper, I’m so happy! I really am! I love him so much! And he thinks I walk on, like, water!”
    I closed my eyes. Willa had married her first husband when she was twenty-two, three weeks after Raoul had been released from prison; the divorce followed a month later when strike three came after he robbed a bead store. (I know. A bead store?) Husband #2, acquired when my sister was twenty-five, had come out of the closet seven weeks after the wedding. Only Willa had been surprised.
    “That’s great, honey. He sounds, um, wonderful. It’s just… Marriage? Already?”
    “I know, I know. But Harper, listen. I’m totally in love!”
    So much for live and learn. “Going slow never hurt anyone, Wills. That’s all I’m saying.”
    “Can’t you say you’re happy for me, Harper? Come on! Mama’s totally psyched!”
    This was not a surprise. My stepmother, BeverLee of the Big Blond Hair, lived for weddings, whether in the family, the tabloids or on one of the three soap operas she watched religiously.
    “It’s just fast, that’s all, Willa.”
    Willa sighed. “I know. But this isn’t like those other times. This is the real deal.”
    “You just moved two months ago, honey. Don’t you want to enjoy the city, figure out what you really want to do for a living?”
    “I can still do that. I’m getting married, not dying.”
    There was an edge in my sister’s