“Very pretty,” he said. I didn’t want to be the one to ask about the breast, and I wasn’t sure if Daphne had the nerve.

“You’re making me want to reconsider,” Daphne said, winking at Nathan.

“You know I’m going to have to report that, don’t you?” he said. “Because you can opt out anytime. I hope you know that.”

“It was off the cuff,” she said. “I still want to get out of here. Next life’s gotta be better.”

“Have you decided which way you’d like to go, then?” I asked.

“The hood seems a little gruesome. I think I’ll go the cupful-of-Seconal route.”

I looked at Nathan, who nodded to me.

“How can we make you more comfortable, Daphne?” he asked.

“Just stand in the light so I can get a really good look at you,” she said, making Nathan laugh.

“She and I are turning the tables. Sexually harassing you. Feminism taken to its natural next step,” she said.

He looked at me, bemused, and I tried to hide my mortification.

“Looks like I should give you two a minute,” I said.

“Oh no, can’t trust us alone,” she said. “Last kicks.”

“Or I could leave you two alone and you could continue plotting,” he said.

“No plotting here. Just having some fun before I go. Let me have that, won’t you?”

“Of course,” he said. “Whatever you want.”

“I don’t think you’re prepared to give me what I want.”

She tapped him on the arm and he laughed.

“One last thing,” Daphne said. “I haven’t been able to drink citrus because of this medication—sores in my mouth, I don’t need to give you a visual. And I’m not supposed to drink alcohol—drug interactions and all that. But I don’t give a damn about the pain if it’s my last drink. I want you to make it taste like a Tequila Sunrise.”

“I’m not sure I know how to make that,” Nathan said.

“Better learn quick.”

“That reminds me. Have you filled out the last part of your paperwork?” Nathan asked.

“What did I have left?”

“Funeral arrangements.”

“No, but I know what I want.”

“I’m going to use the bathroom,” I said.

“It’s probably a mess. I don’t want any flowers. I want everyone who comes to the funeral to send money to the equestrian center instead.”

“I don’t mind,” I said.

“We can do that,” Nathan said. He took out a binder and a pen as I left the room.