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seriousness. Dianna wanted to hug her, hold her close, but all she could do was follow her to the door.
    An hour later Dianna and June sat quietly over a fresh cup of coffee, the children play ing a game in the front room. An Ipod sat on a console , sending out low sweet music, emphasizing the peaceful atmosphere.
    Dianna sighed “You’re so lucky, June.”
    “Don’t I know it!” She rubbed at an imaginary spot on the table. “If nothing else goes right all day, at least I know David will be home in the evening and listen to my woes. Sometimes he even makes me laugh . ” She smiled sweetly. It was a smile that showed the only resemblance between Dianna and June. June was much smaller than her si ster, with a crop of short, dark brown wavy hair that seemed to have a mind of its own more often than not By contrast Dianna’s long blue-black tresses hung past her shoulders when they we ren’t neatly arranged in a formal knot or a pony tail or a pony tail when she was home working . June’s skin tone was different too, a light olive, while Dianna’s complexion was a pale peach. Dianna had taken her shower and was waiting till it was closer to leave before putting on makeup and dress. She pulled her sister's robe tighter around her slim middle as she stretched back in her chair, attempting to relax her knotted nerves.
    June frowned as she watched. “What you need is a husband and more kids, Dianna. You’re not really as career minded as you pretend to be.”
    “What should I do, take an ad in the paper? I can see it now! ‘Unmarried mother wants rich husband to act as father and provide experienced stud service.’ No thanks! As far as I'm concerned David and your son s will have to be the only men in my life.” Her voice was bitter, but underlying the bitterness was pure fear.
    “How one man could do so much damage, I don’t know,” June murmured as she eyed her aster worriedly. “You can’t let it warp your whole life, Dianna. It’s not fair!”
    “In the past seven years I’ve learned not to trust men’s motives. All they know when they see my child is that I climbed into bed once, so why shouldn’t I do it again?” Dianna stood and walked to the kitchen door, her shoulders drooping wearily. “Besides, since when did anyone say life was fair?” she asked. “Just count your blessings, June, and I’ll count mine. At least I’ve got Tabby.”
    “That’s the most important thing,” her sister agreed “And now that you’re working for Wescomp , you’ll soon be able to see her strong and healthy again . That's the biggest fringe benefit of all”
    “I know,” Dianna mused. “But somehow I can’t shake this feeling of doom whenever I think about starting work there. I just hope to heaven that applying at Wescomp was the right thing to do.”
    “Of course it was, honey,” June was quick to reassure her. “It’s Noah Weston that’s got you so nervous. Isn’t it?” At Dianna’s confirming nod her sister shook her head in perplexity. “I just don’t understand why that man scares you so! You should have gone to him seven years ago when you first found out you were pregnant and asked for his help, instead of waiting until now and going to his company for a job.”
    “ I don’t ever want him to know about Tabby! I'd rather run and hide forever than take his charity.”
    T aken aback by Dianna’s vehemence, June looked down at her hands a moment with a worried expression, then met her aster’s gaze as if about to make a confe s sion. “Dianna, I... I hope you won’t be angry, but...”
    “But what?” she questioned tersely.
    “I , oh, never mind. It’s nothing really. Let me see about getting the children’s dinner.” June’s uncharacteristically evasive words puzzled Dianna a moment, but she had too many other worries to spend time figuring out this new riddle. She had to dress for the party.
    A sleek steel gray Lincoln Continental purred up the residential street and stopped in