At Laurie’s first stirring, her eight-month-old cat, Tom-2, stood up, stretched, and came up to the head of the bed for his customary dose of petting. Laurie was happy to comply. In contrast to the mongrel Tom, Laurie’s first cat whom she’d rescued from Animal Control and who’d been brutally killed, Tom-2 was a pedigree Burmese she’d purchased from Fabulous Felines on Second Avenue. Tom-2’s hair color was not too dissimilar from Laurie’s, but lacked the reddish highlights.

Laurie bounded out of bed with more than the usual enthusiasm. Over the month since she’d met Paul, her spirits had been buoyant. In the kitchen she started her coffee machine, which she’d prepared the night before. Back in her tiny bathroom she climbed into the shower.

Laurie had lived in her small, one-bedroom apartment ever since she’d started working at the Office of the Chief Medical Examiner for the City of New York eight years ago. By now she could afford cushier digs, but she’d grown accustomed to her old fifth-floor flat. Also, being only eleven blocks from the office, she often walked both directions. That was a convenience that few of her colleagues enjoyed.

As Laurie washed her hair, she mulled over the previous evening’s dinner party and couldn’t help suppressing a smile. Initially she’d been disappointed at Jack and Lou’s response to her news, but after she’d thought about their behavior, she changed her mind. Now she thought there was an element of humor in their obvious shock and inability to wish the best for her. And she had to admit to a sense of satisfaction. Neither had been willing to make even the most modest commitment. What had they expected her to do, let life pass her by?

Laurie had long suspected that both men were attracted to her romantically but were afraid to follow up on their feelings. Although she valued their friendship, the situation had been frustrating for Laurie, especially since she’d always known that she’d wanted children. She understood that Jack in particular needed plenty of time to recover from the painful loss of his family. So she’d been patient. But could she really put her future on hold indefinitely? In the years that Laurie had known him, Jack had shown no signs of getting over his grief. To Laurie, his whole life still seemed defined as a reaction to that tragic incident.

With Lou, it was different. His ingrained inferiority complex seemed to be immune to Laurie’s efforts. Laurie had tried to dent his defensive shield with multiple ploys, but with no luck. In fact, the harder she had tried, the more defensive he’d become, to the point of argument. Ultimately, she’d given up and was content with his enduring friendship.