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There were two large bedrooms, as she said, with both dormer ceilings and large closets. I was thrilled to see the stained glass window I’d noticed outside was in my bathroom. Woo-hoo! Suddenly, I couldn’t wait to move. I could picture all my shabby chic furniture here already. It would fit perfectly. Maybe I’d get a cat. “Are pets allowed?”
    â€œYes, but just one. As long as you’re responsible and look after it. The man I was telling you about? He has a basset hound named Beau. He pays me an extra hundred a month to babysit. I just love him.”
    I wondered if she meant she loved the guy or his dog. I supposed I’d see both of them around, eventually. Once I’d looked at everything thoroughly, I assured her I wanted the apartment and asked her a few questions. I couldn’t believe my luck. It was gorgeous. We went back to her house, where I wrote out a check for the deposit she wanted and a prorated check for the rest of the month. Then she promised to welcome me with some chocolate chip cookies. I had a feeling living there might not be good for my waistline.
    I drove home, excited about how nice and grandmotherly Dottie was, and about how much I liked what would be my new home. I’d miss being near Brian, but maybe I needed to make this move. If I had the unconscious hope, and I’m talking so unconscious I didn’t even recognize it most of the time, that we’d reconcile one day, obviously his growing relationship with Lola precluded that. I needed to move on instead of lingering around the fringes of his life.
    We’d gotten married when we were both nineteen. Our divorce wasn’t ugly, as I said, or that interesting. It didn’teven make
The Destiny Trumpet
. I stopped thinking about Brian and concentrated on what I needed to do before I moved. It wouldn’t take me long to pack, and I’d call movers tomorrow. I got out of my car and was starting toward my apartment when the side door of the funeral home flew open. “I’m glad you’re home. Have you heard the news?”
    I walked over to Brian. “Hi. What news?”
    â€œYou’re just in time. It’s about Calista. Channel Six just had a news preview about her. Come inside. I think you need to see it.”
    â€œIs Lola going to be okay with me being in your house? Is she hiding in the bushes watching me?”
    â€œNo. Come on. The commercial break will be over in a minute or two. This is serious, Molly.”
    His clipped response and dark look told me he wasn’t in a joking mood. I had one of those premonition-y feelings. Like if I stepped through his door, my life would change, and we aren’t talking in a good way. I followed him into the house anyway, then to the kitchen. We silently stared at the TV until the local news came on.
    â€œProminent Destiny, New York, orchard owner, Calista Danforth-Brody, was found dead in her house by her neighbor Trey Hamilton this afternoon. According to the police, Mr. Hamilton revealed he went to Ms. Danforth-Brody’s house to apologize for trying to cause trouble for her by confronting Jacob and Sharona Jandella, owners of Jandella Nursery in Clydesmore, and insisting the Calista Sugar Pink they were going to distribute for Calista, belonged to him. He told the police he was hoping they could get back together; that they had had genuine feelings for each other, until he ruined it. When she didn’t answer the door, he says he opened it and went inside, since her car was right there in front. He claims he found her crumpled on the floor and immediately called 911, who then dispatched the police and an ambulance. The police are investigating. Channel Six will provide details as they become available.”
    I gaped at Brian after he’d switched off the TV, then lowered myself into one of the chairs at the kitchen table. It wasn’t my life that was going to change for the worse. It was Calista’s! Dead