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upstairs. She’d already cut out the piece of plywood it would sit on, and he helped cut the hole around the flange. Together, they nailed it down, the rhythmic beat of their hammers somehow companionable.
    “Are you planning to lay vinyl yourself?” he asked.
    “Tile,” she told him. “It’s downstairs.”
    “So I can’t install the toilet.”
    “I guess not.”
    “You know this job is going to take you days,” he said, frowning.
    Jo nodded. “But we can take a bath—carefully—if you get the plumbing done.”
    He grimaced. “Yeah. Okay.”
    Crazy women, thinking they could gut a bathroom on Saturday and be washing and primping in it by Monday morning. Had any of them ever tiled before? Did they understand the necessity of letting the grout dry and then sealing it?
    Jo did reappear a time or two during the afternoon, although her visits were strictly practical. Maybe he’d imagined any spark of interest.
    Maybe he should ask her to dinner and find out.
    He’d have to think about that some, he decided. He’d dated a few times since his divorce, and hadn’t enjoyed any of the experiences.
    When he was ready, they laid more plywood and then nailed up wallboard. Miraculously, by early evening he pronounced the bathroom ready for tiling and fixtures.
    Admiring his work, Kathleen asked with unusual meekness, “Could you possibly help carry the tub upstairs before you go?”
    He stared incredulously. “What, the three of you were planning to do it if I hadn’t happened to be around?”
    She stiffened. “I thought we could bribe the teenage boy next door to help.”
    “Is it cast iron? Do you know what the thing must weigh?”
    She flushed. “We’re stronger than we look.”
    “Are you?” He scowled at her. “And where is Emma? I haven’t seen her all day.”
    His sister looked behind her and saw that they were alone. With a sigh, she admitted, “We had a fight. No, not a fight. She got mad. I can’t seem to do anything right.”
    As irked as he was with her, Ryan wasn’t going to judge her parenting. He took the chance of laying an arm over her shoulders and giving his too-proud sister a quick hug. “You did one thing right. You left Ian.”
    A stunning expression of sadness crossed her face. “Was it right?” she asked quietly.“Or am I kidding myself that he was the problem? It would appear that Emma doesn’t think so.”
    “You and Emma have things to work out,” he said, feeling awkward. “But you have a chance now.”
    “I don’t know where she is,” she said starkly. “It’s seven o’clock, and she’s been gone all day.”
    “Have you called her friends?”
    “Does she have any anymore?”
    He didn’t know. He tried to be here, but knew it wasn’t enough. Emma chattered to him as if to fill Hummingbird’s silence, but what did she really say? Nothing of any substance. She never said, I understand why I’m starving myself to death.
    He settled for, “She’ll be home.”
    “Yes.” Kathleen gave a tiny, twisted smile. “Mostly she’s…civil. And almost a home-body. But this terrible anger flares sometimes, most of it directed at me.”
    “You know,” he reminded her, “don’t forget that she’s a teenager. Sure she has an eating disorder, but that isn’t her. Seems to me fifteen-year-olds are famous for yelling at their parents.”
    She half laughed. “That’s true, I’m afraid. And stalking out. It’s what she said….” She stopped abruptly.
    Ryan stowed his hammer in his toolbox. “What was that?”
    “Oh…nothing.” She shook her head and backed toward the door. “Just implying the usual. That I never think she’s good enough. Pretty funny, isn’t it, when she never thinks anything I do is adequate, either.”
    He sensed that she was being evasive, but he never had gotten anywhere either cajoling his sister or battering down her defenses. Born two years after her, he was at a disadvantage. She’d forever be his tough, know-it-all big