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depths. “And that’s exactly why I’m going to go in.”

      Who was this woman and what had she done with her sister? “You’re crazy.”

      “Yep.” Megs took a deep breath and dove headfirst into the pond.

      Kelly shrieked and left the car. In the moonlight, she searched the edge of the bank and found her sister floating on her back. She shook her head and muttered under her breath about grief making people, who were normally sane, stark raving mad. But she took off her shoes and pulled the dress over her head. “You’re nuts. Absolutely bonkers.”

      She walked the few feet to the edge of the pond and dipped her toe in the water. And quickly snatched it back out. “It’s freezing.”

      “Just come in already.”

      Kelly closed her eyes and cautiously went forward until she was waist deep in very cold water. The shock from the low temperature made her teeth chatter and goose bumps rise on her skin. She took a deep breath and dropped under the water. In for a penny.

      She sputtered as she stood and broke the water’s surface. “This is insane. Why are we doing this again?”

      Megs turned onto her belly and swam slowly toward Kelly. “Because we needed something to wake us up.”

      “Becoming an ice cube works.”

      “You won’t feel as cold if you only keep your head above water.”

      Kelly crouched down, but didn’t feel any warmer. “I never figured you to do something like this. I thought I was the reckless one. The one who did things first and thought about the consequences later.”

      Megs swam a circle around her. “Maybe I do stuff like this all the time. How would you know?”

      Her little sister a rebel? Please. She’d done exactly as Grammy had told her since they’d moved into the farmhouse as teenagers. Kelly was the one who disobeyed the rules, pushed the limits. Megs kept her head down and her nose clean. Kelly peered at her sister, wishing she could see better in the dark. “Do you really go swimming like this all the time?”

      Megs rose and walked out of the pond. She gathered her clothes and shoes then headed to the car. “I didn’t eat anything at the funeral home, and I’m starving. Let’s go home.”

      About time. She would morph into a popsicle if they stayed in that pond any longer.

      Back at the farmhouse, they each took hot showers then put on flannel pajamas and thick bathrobes and slippers before reconvening in the kitchen. Casseroles and salads dropped off by well-meaning friends filled the refrigerator, so they set the containers on the island and ate with their fingers while perched on stools.

      She couldn’t remember being so hungry before. But like Megs said, Kelly hadn’t eaten since breakfast, either. And she’d been afraid that anything she ate at the funeral home would get stuck in her throat. She took a green bean from the three-bean salad and popped it into her mouth. She watched Megs as her sister chewed before having a sip of water. “So what was that out there at the pond?”

      Her sister shrugged and concentrated on her plate of cheesy potatoes. “Needed to do something different.” Megs looked up and pointed at Kelly. “Ready for your solo tomorrow?”

      Nice way to change the topic. “I think I know the words. We sang the song often enough in church as kids. And you’re switching subjects. Why?”

      “Don’t like the focus on me. Never did.” She pushed her plate away from her, then patted her belly. “If I eat any more, I’m going to have a coronary. Sally put enough cheese in there to clog my arteries four times over.”

      “That’s what makes them so good.” Kelly helped herself to some potatoes from Megan’s plate. “I can’t believe how much food there is. You won’t have to cook for a month.”

      “It’s Lake Mildred. It’s what we do when someone dies. Feed the family that’s left.” She started to cover dishes and put things away. “But then maybe you’ve been gone so long that you’ve forgotten.”

      “You won’t let that go, will you?”

      Megs looked up from replacing the plastic wrap over the chicken and noodle casserole. “I guess I’m wondering how long you’re planning on staying this time?”

      The big question. “I don’t know.”

      Megs pursed her lips but didn’t say anything. She shoved the food back into the refrigerator, letting the plates and pans clink louder than necessary. Kelly left her stool and handed her sister the remaining bowl of salad. “What do you want me to say, Megs? That I’m moving back for good? Because we both know that would be a lie.”

      Megs slammed shut the refrigerator door and glared at her. “What is so wrong with this place that you always have to leave? Why couldn’t you stay?”

      “Why couldn’t you leave?”

      They stared at each other for a moment, then Megs closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m going to bed. You can clean up the rest of the kitchen.” Her sister walked out, not looking back at her.

      Kelly took their dirty plates to the sink and washed them by hand before putting them in the wooden rack that always sat out on the counter. Then she found a dishcloth and wiped down the counters. She snapped off the light and stared out the kitchen window to the backyard. To her left, she heard Sam’s pickup pull into the driveway. She glanced out the side door and saw him get out and run up the stairs to his apartment above the garage.

      She couldn’t figure him out. He acted like a big brother to her own sister, but she doubted he felt the same toward her. It was something different. Like he didn’t know what to do with her any more than she did with him. Like when he’d hugged Megs at the funeral home but stood looking at her, waiting for her to handle the situation between them. Was she like a sister? Friend? More? Kelly still wasn’t sure.

      The kitchen cleaned, she took the stairs up to her old bedroom, but hesitated when she was standing next to the bed. Over her shoulder, she glimpsed the open doorway. She snatched her pillow and walked down the hall to the closed door of her sister’s bedroom. Knocked once. Twice. Then she opened the door. “Can I sleep in here with you? I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

      Her sister didn’t answer out loud, but pulled the covers back on the other side of the queen-size bed. Kelly smiled and crawled in next to Megs. She fluffed her pillow behind her head then brought the quilt up to her chin. Stared at the ceiling. Wondered if her sister had fallen asleep, or if she couldn’t quiet her mind from the memories like herself.

      She got her answer when Megs flopped on her back and exhaled through her nose. “You’re thinking too loud.”

      “And you’re not?”

      She rolled onto her side, facing Kelly. “I can’t believe she’s really gone. I keep waiting to hear her calling me to help her figure out her meds. Or that we’re late getting to the bakery.”

      “I keep expecting to see her in her favorite apron. The blue one—”

      “With the butterflies. I know.” Megs sighed and fingered the edge of the quilt. “First Pop, then Daddy. Now Grammy. They’re all leaving me. And you will, too.”

      Kelly glared at the ceiling. “I’m not leaving. Not right away.”

      “But you will, and I’ll be all alone.”

      Kelly moved onto her side to face her sister. If anyone was alone, it was her. Megs had a whole community behind her. What did she have? “The town’s in love with you and your pastries. You’re not alone.”

      “Doesn’t feel that way.”

      Kelly knew what she meant. She squeezed her eyes shut to try to hold back the tears. “Don’t get me started crying.”

      “Maybe that’s what you need.”

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