Klaxons sounded in Hannah’s head. Her sister’s eyes were blazing with angry fire and it was clear she was fit to be tied. “Come into the kitchen with me and you can tell me all about it. I have to take Moishe back there for a break.”

Hannah collected her cat, shifted him to one arm, and grabbed Andrea’s arm with her free hand. She rushed her through the crowded coffee shop before anyone could ask what was wrong, and into the confines of the deserted kitchen. She dropped Moishe off in his large dog crate and shut the door, but she didn’t release Andrea’s arm until her sister was seated on a stool at the work island.

“Eat these!” Hannah ordered, plunking a couple of Chocolate Chip Crunch cookies down on a napkin and shoving them over to her sister.

“But I don’t want any

”

“Eat them while I get us some coffee,” Hannah said, interrupting her sister’s protest. “Have I ever steered you wrong with chocolate?”

“No, but

” Andrea stopped speaking and sighed. And then she took a bite of the first cookie. It was only after she’d consumed both that she looked up at Hannah with tearful eyes. “It’s Bill. He’s

”

“Have a sip of coffee first,” Hannah interrupted her again. “Then I want you to start at the beginning and tell me everything.”

Andrea did as ordered. She sipped the coffee, gave another quavering sigh, and then squared her shoulders. “Bill didn’t take his new shirt with him. I found it hidden at the bottom of his scarf and hankie drawer.”

“Okay,” Hannah said, heading to the walk-in cooler for reinforcements. She set the rest of the box of chocolate truffles in front of her sister and got down to business. “Nibble on those while you tell me why the shirt Bill forgot means he’s cheating on you.”

“He didn’t forget it. He didn’t not take it on purpose.”

Double negative, Hannah’s grammatical mind shouted, but she ignored it. This was not the time to correct her sister’s speech. “You think Bill deliberately left the shirt at home?”

“Yes! I laid it out on the bed and folded it for him and everything. And then, when my back was turned, he stuffed it in his dresser drawer instead of putting it in his suitcase. And he made sure it was his scarf and hankie drawer, so I wouldn’t find out he didn’t pack it.”

“Okay,” Hannah regrouped. “And you think this means he’s cheating on you?”

“I know it does.”

Hannah waited until Andrea had taken another dose of chocolate before she continued. “Exactly how do you know that?”

“The shirt Bill didn’t take is the new one I gave him for Valentine’s Day. I asked him to think of me every time he wore it and he promised he would.”