He gave her the address of the hotel and their room number, and she said she’d be there. He walked into the living room to tell Theo. She looked up from the computer and smiled. She was so happy to see him up and around and looking like himself again.

“She’s coming, at seven. I told her I got shot. She took it well. I didn’t give her the details.” Theo could sense it was going to be an interesting evening.

Mike opened the door when his sister rang the bell promptly at seven, but he had forgotten to tell Theo that Fiona had pink hair. She had had it for as long as he could remember, and the bright pink pixie cut looked good on her. She was wearing paint-splattered sneakers and a matching shirt, torn blue jeans, and a synthetic leopard coat. She looked about twenty years old, not forty-two.

Theo crossed the room to meet her and was glad she’d worn jeans too. Fiona had a wild teenage style to her, but the whole look worked on her, and she had brightly colored flowers tattooed on the insides of both arms, that actually were cute on her. Theo was wearing a pink Chanel sweater and black and pink Chanel ballerinas with her jeans. They were both good-looking women but in entirely different ways. Fiona was hesitant as she greeted Theo, but Theo was warm and welcoming, and Mike looked like a proud papa bear with two cubs.

He offered his sister a drink and she asked for white wine.

“What kind of art do you do?” Theo asked her as they sat down.

“Street art, like graffiti,” she said, and Theo smiled.

“I love street art,” she confirmed.

“I’ve been doing it for about twenty-five years, before everyone knew about it and people started paying a fortune for it. My gallery says I should raise my prices, but then no one will be able to afford it except rich people, and it should be for everyone. What do you do?” She looked like a model to Fiona.

“I sell clothes online. Do you sell your work online?” she asked her.

“I have a website. I do pretty well with it,” she said as she sipped her wine and relaxed a little. She didn’t want to like Theo and she thought the hotel was ridiculous, but she had to admit, her brother was right. Theo was nice, and although she was wearing expensive clothes, she wasn’t pretentious or a phony or a snob. She was a normal person, in fancy clothes and rich surroundings, and she could see why Mike liked her. Fiona did too. They talked about art, and life, and work, and Fiona told funny stories about Mike as a kid.

“He used to lie all the time. Biggest liar I ever knew. He probably still does. But he got all holier-than-thou and honorable when he joined the CIA. He was kind of a pain in the ass for a while, playing Mister Secret Agent, but he’s almost normal these days.” Theo laughed at her irreverent description of him.