had.
But Sarah kept going. âThat doesnât mean I donât love you, Jo. I always have loved you. I hope you still love me. I know Iâm a bitch, and Iâm shallow, but weâre still, you know, sisters.â
It would have been a warm, tender moment if Iâd jumped up and thrown my arms around her and burst into tears. We werenât that kind of Hallmark Card family.
I thought it over and said, âI donât really know you, Sarah. But Iâm willing to get to know you.â
She smiled. Slow, but real.
âThat sounds . . . fair.â
We shook hands on it. I stood up and watched as Sarah unzipped the suitcase and started unpacking. It was a pitifully short affair. Sheâd left most of the good stuff behind, and what good stuff she had left was horribly wrinkled. We made a dry-clean pile, a âburn thisâ pile, a Goodwill pile, and a keeper stack. That one was short. It filled exactly one drawer of the dresser.
âMakeup?â I asked. She pointed to a tiny plastic case that couldnât have held more than lipstick, mascara, and maybe an eyebrow pencil. âShoes?â
She pointed to the battered running shoes and held up a pair of black, squarish pumps, something suitable for a grandmother, so long as Grandma didnât care much about appearances. I winced. âThe bastard didnât even let you keep your shoes ?â
âHe cleaned out the house and gave everything to the Salvation Army,â she said. âAll my clothes. Everything.â
âJesus.â I had a sudden flare of suspicion. âUm, look, Sarah, not that Iâm doubting you or anything, but wasnât Chrêtien the, um, guilty party . . . ?â
She had the good grace to look just a little ashamed. âHe found out about Carl.â
âCarl?â
âYou know.â
âNope. Really donât.â
She rolled her eyes. âFine, if youâre going to force me to say it . . . I wasnât exactly guiltless. There. I admit it. I was having an affair with his business partner.â
âJesus.â
âAnd the donkey he rode in on,â she finished, just the way sheâd always done it when weâd been in school. âBut he didnât have to get so personal about all of it. He cheated on me, after all. Youâd think heâd at least understand that it was . . . well . . .â
âRecreational?â I supplied dryly.
âYes! Exactly!â
âShould have joined the bridge club, Sarah.â
She gave me a helpless, angry look. âIâm not saying I was guiltless, but . . . he gave me a couple of hundred dollars and told me to buy replacements. In my new price range. God, Jo, I didnât even know where to shop !â
I took a deep breath and said, âTell you what? I was going to the mall anyway with a friend, so if you want to get readyââ
âIâm ready,â my sister said instantly.
I picked up the phone and called Cherise.
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Cherise had, of course, changed clothes in the interim. Sheâd gone to a magenta see-through mesh shirt with lime green tie-dyed patterns, over a lime green camisole. It all matched the lime glitter toenail polish, which evidently she liked enough to accessorize to.
âTen,â I said instantly when she got out of her red convertible. âMaybe a ten point five. You blind me with your magnificence.â
âBut of course. Man, Jo, I knew you were a saint, but you gave up your hottie for your sister ? Damn. Iâd have blown off taking my grandma to dialysis for that man!â
Sarah came out of the apartment behind me, wearing her wrinkled khaki walking shorts and badly fitting button-down shirt. Cheriseâs perfectly made-up eyes widened into something usually seen only in Japanese animation.
âOh my God, â she said, and looked at me in horror. âYou told me it was bad,
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