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  1. Cover Page
  2. Front Flap
  3. Title Page
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Dedication
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“Fine.” Regan opened the back door, placed her bag on the floor, then got into the driver’s seat as Nora went around to the passenger side. Ever since Regan got her driver’s license, she’d always been the driver when she was with Nora. Nora was happy to relinquish the wheel. Regan and Luke always joked that driving with Nora made them seasick. She didn’t keep her foot steady on the gas, preferring to apply pressure only when she felt the car slowing down. Which was every three seconds.

“I programmed the address into the navigation system,” Nora said as the two of them fastened their seat belts. “It should take us no time to get there.”

“Does this woman have any idea you’re coming?” Regan asked.

“No.”

“What time does the sale start?”

“Noon. Regan, I didn’t ask you on the phone. Anything happen last night with the guy Hayley is dating?”

Regan put the car into drive and steered out of the parking lot. “Was dating.”

“Was dating? What happened?”

“He got engaged …”

Nora shook her head as Regan recounted the tale of Scott’s fortune cookie proposal. “What is it with these guys?” she asked.

“I don’t know.”

“What did this bird do for a living?”

“Something in finance,” Regan said. “Poor Hayley. I hadn’t talked to her in so long. I was sorry it had to be under those circumstances.” She paused for a moment. “When is the last time you saw this Edna Frawley?”

“High school.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Way back when.”

Regan smiled. “I’m never going to live that down.”

They drove toward Bay Head. It was a gorgeous day.

Twenty minutes later they reached the treelined street that the navigation device called their “final destination.”

“This is nice,” Regan said.

“It’s always been a lovely area,” Nora agreed. “I remember once when I stayed with Karen, Edna offered to take us to the movies. When Karen was in line for popcorn, Edna asked me for the money for my ticket.”

“You’re kidding.”

Nora laughed. “I’m not.”

“I can’t wait to meet her,” Regan said.

“It sounds like she hasn’t changed much,” Nora commented. “Look at that line of people!”

As the house came into view, so did the throngs of people waiting outside the gate.

“There’s no place to park,” Regan said. “Do you want me to drop you off and I’ll find a space?”

“No. Look, Regan, there’s someone pulling out down the block. Let’s grab that spot.”

It took Regan three attempts to parallel park the car.

Nora smiled. “I can’t keep my foot on the gas, you can’t parallel park.”

They got out and hurried back to the gate, where a ponytailed young woman was handing out tickets. Regan almost stopped dead in her tracks.

It was Scott’s fiancé.

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