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      “Icky, Mom.” Quite a few, though. Handy, in case marriage to Tom Hardy didn’t work out.

      “Why? Just because it feels like tumbleweeds are blowing through my—”

      “Hail Mary, full of grace,” Colleen began. “The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou who can make my mother stop talking, and blessed—”

      Her mother gave her a martyred look. “You know, Colleen, just because I’m suffering through menopause, and just because your father left me for That Whore doesn’t mean I don’t have certain urges.”

      “Mom! Come on.”

      “What? Am I not a human all of a sudden? Not allowed to be lonely? Hey, did you know that John Holland got married a couple weeks ago?”

      Another maternal habit: announcing facts known by everyone as if it was big news. Of course she knew. She was the best friend of the man’s daughter, and if there was a more beloved man than Faith’s dad, Colleen didn’t know him. She herself wouldn’t have minded being the second Mrs. Holland. Well, not really. But it had always been fun to flirt with him anyway.

      “He’s been widowed for twenty years,” Mom said.

      “Ma, I know. I grew up with Faith, remember?”

      “Of course I remember. You girls were at our house half the time. The point is, both he and Mrs. Johnson are older than I am.”

      “True. Want to see the other bedrooms now?” Colleen asked. So far, the house had given her no reason to reject it. But the tingle was fading. This bathroom was possibly too large. It always seemed to her that when she found the right house, she’d know. Instantly.

      Just as she’d known with Lucas the day he walked into her English class.

      And look where that had gotten her.

      Her phone buzzed with a text. From Bryce, no less. Think Jessica Dunn is a good match 4 me?

      Oh, crap. First of all, Jessica Dunn would never go for a guy like Bryce; Jess had a very appealing edginess to her, and Bryce was as complicated as a chocolate chip cookie. Secondly, there was Paulie!

      Not really, she typed back. Hang in there. I’m working on someone for you. She’s special.

      Pretty? appeared almost immediately.

      Sigh. Paulie could not be described as pretty. Striking.

      Awesome, came the reply. C u soon!

      “I’m gonna lay here for another minute,” Mom said. “But, Colleen, I was thinking. It doesn’t seem like your father is going to come to his senses any time soon. I thought That Whore was a midlife crisis, just a little fling—”

      “They’ve been together for ten years, Mom.”

      “And even after that child, I thought he’d come back to me.”

      “Savannah, Mom. Say what you want about Gail the Tail, but be nice about Savannah. She’s my sister.”

      “Your half sister.” Mom sat up, grabbed one of the attractively rolled facecloths and ran some water on it, then held it against her chest. “Anyway, John Holland has adult grandchildren, he’s in his sixties, but he found someone. I’m only fifty-four, and what do I have? Nothing. No grandchildren, not even a daughter-or son-in-law, and nothing on the horizon, either. What’s wrong with you and Connor?”

      A familiar refrain. “What’s wrong with you, Mom? Why haven’t you given me a nice stepfather? I wouldn’t say no to Mariano Rivera, for example. Or George Clooney. Actually, I’d marry both of them myself, so take them off the list. Sean Connery, he’d do. Or Ed Harris. Why haven’t you married Sean Connery or Ed Harris, Mom?”

      “Your father married That Whore. John Holland married Mrs. Johnson. Cathy Moore turned gay and married Louise. And here I am, sitting in a tub having a hot flash. On the tenth anniversary of your father leaving me, no less.”

      “Well, you can get out of the tub, Ma.”

      “Wait till you hit menopause. I’ll have no sympathy for you.” Mom sighed. “I’m tired of things being the same. I want a life. I want to get laid.”

      Hail Mary, full of grace—

      “Barb McIntosh said you told her you could fix up anyone. Does that include me, or don’t I count?”

      Colleen’s head whipped around from where she was examining the showerhead.

      In all the years since the divorce, Mom had not gone out once. Not once. “Really? You really want to date?”

      “Yes. Why shouldn’t I? Your father has That Whore, and if John Holland can find someone, I probably could, too. I’m not disgusting, am I?” Her mother climbed out of the tub and scooped her hair off her neck in a regal move, one that Colleen had copied as a kid.

      Danger, she heard Connor’s voice say in her head. He definitely was the logical twin. And yes, fixing up Mom could be the emotional equivalent of waterboarding.

      Then again, Mom had waited years for Dad to come back to her. Denial, then bitterness as an Olympic sport. Maybe what she needed to get over Dad was another man. Certainly, Colleen had always thought so.

      “And if I meet someone, maybe your father will get jealous and finally get his head out of his ass.”

      Crud. Using people to make other people jealous...that never worked very well. “Mom, if you want to date, maybe find someone, I think that’d be great. But Dad’s not coming back.”

      “You never know. So? Will you help me? I need to set up an online profile.”

      Faith had done the same thing with her father last fall. It hadn’t been a particularly good experience, though all’s well that ends well. Also, Faith herself was sweet and naive.

      Colleen was not.

      If there was one thing she knew, it was men and how they thought.

      “Oh!” Mom exclaimed, grasping Colleen’s arm. “And guess what else I heard? Guess! Guess!”

      “The sound of a butterfly’s wings,” Colleen said.

      “No. Guess again.”

      “What, Mom?”

      Mom let go of her arm, fluffed her hair and gave Colleen a triumphant look. “I heard Lucas Campbell is back in town.”

      “I know.”

      “Surprise! Isn’t it great?”

      “He’s back because Joe Campbell isn’t long for the world, so I’d have to say no.”

      “It is! It’s great because—”

      “Don’t, Mom.”

      “Because you never got over him.” Mom fixed her with a triumphant look.

      “That’s debatable.” Granted, a debate she’d probably lose, but still. “Also, Mom, he’s married.”

      “No. He’s divorced.”

      Colleen blinked.

      “Aha! I knew you didn’t know that!” Mom crowed.

      “Are you two done up there?” Carol called from downstairs. “I have other people here who might actually buy this place, you know.”

      “We’ll be right down. She doesn’t love it,” Mom yelled. Colleen barely heard.

      Divorced?

      No, he hadn’t mentioned that the other night. Questions surged into her head. Why? For how long? Was he heartbroken? Bitter? Had he cheated? Had she? Was he seeing someone?

      Get a grip, she told herself. He broke your heart. He fell in love with someone else, and he left you. Just. Like. Dad.

      “Colleen?”

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