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Scott reached for his keys and his cell phone. “That’s the furthest thing from my mind right now. Getting my life on track after the divorce hasn’t been easy.”

Barney shifted from foot to foot. “You around this weekend? Tina and I are having a barbecue on Saturday. There will be a lot of kids running around, but it’ll be fun. Tina’s brother is coming in from Chicago. He’s a really interesting guy.” Barney whistled. “I wish I had his money.”

“Can I let you know?”

“Sure. You can decide on Saturday if you want.”

Together they walked out into the parking lot. Cars were whizzing by on Route 17.

“See you later,” Barney said with a wave as he walked toward his car.

Scott opened the door of his leased BMW and got inside. The air was stifling and the seat was hot. He turned on the car and the air conditioning, then rolled down the windows. The cell phone in his pocket started to ring. It was Jillian.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“I just called Jody,” she said quickly. “She couldn’t talk because she was being introduced to that Regan Reilly and her mother.”

18

Don’t let us stop your interview,” Nora said to Edna. “We’ll wait.”

Edna turned to the reporter. “This isn’t a reality show. How much longer do you need me?”

“Do you have any more of Cleo’s items?” he asked.

“In the living room. Follow me. Come on, Nora. Regan.”

Regan had barely had time to absorb the collection of painted skulls, obviously artificial, and vases decorated with crazy faces. She followed her mother into the living room.

The room was large, with beautiful, if fading, yellow print couches, a floral rug, rattan end tables and ceramic lamps. There was a price tag on everything.

A rack of clothes and a card table seemed out of place in the middle of the room.

“I thought Cleo’s clothes should be displayed in the most elegant room in my house,” Edna said.

A few pairs of designer jeans, lighter summer pants, shorts, and T-shirts hung on a rack.

“And then,” Edna said, pointing her manicured hand to the card table, “here are a few other items people might enjoy.” She held up a pair of sandals. “What girl wouldn’t want to walk in Cleo’s shoes?”

Someone who doesn’t wear the same size, Regan thought.