that I wouldnât drop out for anything less than a medical emergency!â Amy exclaimed.
âI am sorry, my lamb, but the depositâs nonrefundable and Harrietâs counting on me. Her husband died just last year; she needs companionship. Besides . . .â Grammy wrung her hands and let her eyes grow pensive. âI donât know how much longer Iâm going to be around. Iâd better travel while I still can.â
Amy put one hand on her hip. âAre you kidding me with this?â
âWeâre all going to die someday, and Iâd like to see the glaciers before I go.â
âThen why did you make me sign all those forms?â Amy made a grab for the contest paperwork, but Grammy was too quick for her. âI canât do this all by myself! Aside from the fact that I can barely boil water, the thing is called the Delicious Duet Dessert Championship. Wonât I be disqualified without my partner?â
Grammy beamed. âIâve already worked all that out. Youâll have a very capable partner.â
âWho?â Amy put down her china dessert plate with a clatter. âYour name is already on the entry forms.â
Grammy took Amyâs elbow again and nudged her toward the kitchen. âMy name, yes, but I may have taken some liberties with the rest of my personal information.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âWell, you know, we do have a backup Vasylina Bialek.â
Amy gasped and dug her heels into the carpet. âOh no. No, no, no. And did I mention hell no?â
âDonât be so negative. I know you and Linnie havenât had the easiest time of it, butââ
âI see what this isâthis is a trap!â Amy flung her purse to the floor. âYou never had any intention of going to New York with me. You railroaded me into signing a legal document under false pretenses.â
âMy goodness.â Grammy rewarded this outraged performance with a smattering of applause. âYou certainly can emote, darling.â
âI know you mean well, Grammy, but thereâs no way. Linnie and I are like oil and water. Fire and gasoline.â Amy glowered as she came up with a more fitting analogy. âThe cat and the canary.â
âIâm right here,â came a familiar voice from the kitchen. âI can hear you.â
Amy found herself face-to-face with her younger sister for the first time in years. Linnie was sitting at the table with an untouched piece of pie and an empty glass of milk.
Amy took one look at the beautiful blond bombshell sporting the milk mustache and insisted, âIâm not working with her.â She turned toward the window, fuming.
âHello to you, too,â Linnie said dryly.
âYou promised,â Grammy whispered to Amy.
âNo. I promised to do this with you . Not her.â
âItâs okay.â Linnie sounded confident and kind of amused, which only fueled Amyâs anger. âI donât want to work with her, either.â
Grammy grabbed a slotted metal spoon and brandished it like a cutlass. She muttered darkly in Polish for a moment, then switched to English. âPavla and I never fought like this. You two are sisters; even if you donât like each other, you have to figure out a way to live with each other.â
âNo, we donât,â Amy said.
Grammy Syl spun Amy around and yanked out a chair from the table. âSit!â
Amy sat.
Grammy pointed the spoon at Amy. âYou said youâre desperate for a little time away.â She turned to Linnie. âYou said youâre desperate for money. Itâs time to grow up and get along. Life is too short for all this dysfunctional nonsense. Whenâs the last time you saw each other?â
Amy glanced at Linnie, but her sister had gone into screensaver mode: head bowed, gaze vacant, body motionless.
âWell, letâs see.â Amy cast her gaze upward,