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know what page of the romance novel he’s on.”
    â€œI know what you’re trying to say, Lucy,” Dana cut in. “But there is a difference between drawing a line in the sand, and owning and airing your feelings. If this issue is bothering you. Then again, if it’s not, maybe you don’t need to have that conversation right now. Or ever. Maybe you and Matt could live together happy as clams forever, without taking the conventional path of marriage, et cetera.”
    Suzanne sighed. “Of course it’s bothering her. Of course she expects marriage, et cetera . And by that I think you mean babies? Why else would she be riding her bicycle all over town like a maniac?”
    â€œI just want to get into better shape. I bought a special dress for my birthday,” Lucy insisted. “It has nothing to do with Matt. Or our relationship.”
    Lucy truly believed that. Yet, protesting so passionately to her friends gave her pause to wonder. Was she really upset about this question?
    â€œOkay. Have it your way. I had my say.” Suzanne raised her hands in surrender. “But to borrow a phrase from Dana’s playbook, ‘I think you need to process this conversation.’ ”
    Dana laughed. “Is that what I say?” She smiled at Lucy and shrugged. “Suzanne’s right. We both shared our thoughts. Enough said.”
    â€œFine with me.” Lucy didn’t need to talk about this anymore, either. Did she really have to corner Matt and pressure him?
    Whine, persuade, set out her logical points like a politician hoping for his vote?
    She was definitely not that woman . . . and never would be. If that’s what it was going to take, they very well might end up spending the next twenty years or so happily unmarried, et cetera.
    The truth was, she’d always imagined that one day, when she least expected it, he would pop the question in some extremely original and adorable manner—surprise her with a ring in her morning cup of coffee? Or a glass of champagne? Or maybe it would appear as she unwound a ball of yarn? The way romantic actors always do in the movies.
    â€œMaybe I just have to make him watch more chick flicks with me, and he’ll get the idea,” Lucy suggested to her pals.
    â€œMaybe.” Dana was studying the menu now and glanced at her over the top. “Our Netflix queue is filed with documentaries—Jack’s favorite. The rise and fall of rock bands, mainly. Oh, and the Nixon era. Ask me anything about Watergate. I’m your gal.”
    â€œUgh . . . talk about a mood killer.” Suzanne shivered. “Kevin’s not so bad. I can get him to snuggle up with a good chick flick from time to time, or even some Downton Abbey . Those smoochy movies will definitely give Matt ideas. But not the kind you need right now,” Suzanne advised knowingly.
    The waitress arrived to take their order. Lucy was grateful for the break in conversation.
    She glanced out the window. The prime people-watching perch was paying off. Lucy noticed a familiar face approaching and about to enter the diner: Nora Gordon, Edie’s niece. She did look much better than the last time Lucy had seen her, about a month or so ago. She’d cut her hair and dyed it a lighter color. She was talking and smiling in an animated way, and her orange and white striped T-shirt was positively cheerful.
    Nora was walking down the street with another woman, whom Lucy didn’t recognize. But when they came into the Schooner, Lucy knew the identity of Nora’s friend, too. The pair paused a moment, looked around for an empty table, then headed for the far side of the diner.
    â€œDon’t all look at once—but Nora Gordon, Edie’s niece just walked in, and the woman with her is a psychic medium, Cassandra Waters. At least, she claims to be,” Lucy added in a hushed tone.
    â€œA psychic?” Dana seemed amused. “Who