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take us.”
    Jen looked at her, defiance in her gaze.
    “And what about the week in Paris? The cruise around the Greek islands? Where those business trips, too?”
    Beth didn’t respond.
    “Face it, Sis: They didn’t want us around. This school is more of a family to us than they ever were.”
    “They had a business to run.”
    “And kids to raise. But what did we ever get out of them besides holidays and summer vacation? I’m almost glad they’re dead.”
    “Stop it,” Beth said.
    Jen was quiet for a long moment.
    Then: “I don’t want to live with Gramma Jean. I don’t want to leave school.”
    “I know. Neither do I.”
    “And Gramma Jean’s not gonna be too happy when she finds out about…”
    Her voice trailed.
    “About what?” Beth asked.
    The tears welled up in Jen’s eyes.
    “I think I’m pregnant.”

11
     
    I T TURNED OUT to be a false alarm.
    Thank God.
    Jen’s menstrual cycle had merely been thrown off-kilter by the emotions of the last few weeks, and after three days of panic she began to bleed and told Beth she’d never been happier in her life to use a tampon.
    But just the fact that Jen was having sex was shocking enough to Beth, who herself had not yet met a boy she was willing to lose her virginity to. And although Beth wanted to stay at the Academy as much as Jen did, she thought that moving in with Gramma Jean might turn out to be a good thing.
    It didn’t.
    But they did their best to cope.
    Besides her health troubles, Gramma Jean was not the most loving grandparent in the universe, and Beth began to understand why her own mother had been so aloof.
    She made a vow to herself that if she ever had kids—and she fully intended to one day—then she would love them like nobody’s business. And when she died, you’d never hear a single one of them say they were almost glad it had happened.
    The two girls settled into life at San Lucas High, Jen immediately starting up where she left off at the Academy. Instead of in the woods, cigarette breaks were taken behind the band building. A quick way to make friends. And because the school was co-ed, Jen was never short of potential boy toys. It didn’t help that she’d developed into a first-class stunner, with nearly every male in school lusting after her. Including some of her teachers.
    “Just remember how scared you were when you were sitting up on that ledge,” Beth warned.
    “I don’t think anyone ever got pregnant giving blow jobs,” Jen said.
    Beth certainly couldn’t argue with that.
    Now, standing at the rail, she let the ocean breeze wash over her, thinking about the last ten years. Ten years that felt like a hundred.
    While Beth went off to college and law school, Jen stayed true to her nature and continued to play wild child, eventually getting married to a tattooed motorcycle mechanic named Bradley—who was a sweet enough guy but no match for Jen. When he wanted to stay home, she wanted to party. When he wanted to go for a Sunday ride, she was too hungover to climb onto the back of his bike.
    The marriage lasted three years. And only that long, Jen explained, because of their “monster” sex life.
    Beth herself had used her time a bit more productively. She graduated from law school, spent a year clerking for a Santa Barbara Circuit Court judge, then snagged an ADA post with the Los Angeles District Attorney’s Office.
    And fell in love.
    His name was Peter, a young assistant prosecutor, and there was a time she thought he could do no wrong.
    But, oh, how times change.
    Thinking about Peter, however, was too painful right now, and as much as she loved looking out at the ocean, she was still wearing her dinner dress and starting to get cold. Better to go back to the cabin, slide into bed for the night, and hope that Jen had learned her lesson.
    Tomorrow would be a better day.
    At least Beth was determined to make it one.
    She was about to head for the door or hatch or whatever the hell you called it