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form in his stomach. “You mean a feeling feeling, or just a general feeling?” Sage had always had precognition. She claimed she could never use it for herself, but randomly she would make very specific predictions that always came true. The general feeling thing was less reliable, but he was more likely to heed her warnings anyway.
    “I’m not sure. I tried focusing on her during my meditation this morning, but I couldn’t get anything clear. It wasn’t specific like sometimes, just this feeling that she shouldn’t be out there alone.” She took a sip of her tea. “You leave for DC tomorrow. You should stop in to see her, just to check on her. For me.” She looked at him over the rim of her cup, a glint of mischief in her eyes.
    The temptation to go with his sister’s suggestion was strong. He wanted to be there for Rosemary, wanted to check on her, but would she even let him in the door? “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
    She watched him over the top of her cup as she took a long swallow. “Hmmm. I think it’s a very good idea. You need to start making amends with her if you’re going to get her to see you differently, you know.”
    Harrison didn’t respond to that. There was no point arguing with her about his feelings. She’d always been able to read him. “I don’t know if that’s possible. Things started out bad a decade ago, and they haven’t gotten much better, even after months of working together.” He considered their chat at her house the previous night to be a fluke even though it was definitely an improvement over their usual arguments. He could see what she really was, under all of the veneer, but unless he could get her to look at him as something more than the pain in her rear, it would make no difference.
    She smiled. “The whole ordeal on the ship would almost have been funny now if she didn’t hold a grudge for so long.”
    “Yeah. Who knew?” He tried to smile back, but he’d never regretted anything he’d done more than he regretted the words he’d said that day. “You better get back to work.”
    “Right. You, too.” Unoffended, she stood, but came around his desk and squeezed his shoulder. “See her while you’re in DC, Harrison. She needs you there.”
    He watched her go and considered her suggestion, wondering if he was crazy for even thinking about it.
     

 
    The funeral was the pits. Rosemary had known it would be, but she didn’t expect it to be quite so difficult. She gave Cleo a hug at the viewing, the blond girl’s face was wan, scared and sad. Rosemary thought she must be dying a little inside, trying to figure out what came next and how to go on without the people who had been everything to her. Rosemary had felt much the same way when her dad died, and she’d been an adult, grown and on her own.
    Don’s brother, Mike, gave the eulogy, and Cecilia’s cousin sang. The double caskets brought the whole thing home for Rosemary. There was no viewing, thanks to the bomb blast. Rosemary was just as glad. She’d rather remember them as they had been a few weeks ago when she’d visited.
    After the interment, Rosemary went back to Cecelia’s brother’s house for refreshments and talk. Cleo rode there with the neighbors she’d been staying with, but found her when she had been there less than two minutes. She latched onto Rosemary’s hand. “I don’t know many of these people,” she whispered.
    “Yeah. I don’t recognize very many of them, either. Maybe we should get something to eat and sit in the corner there.” She wasn’t hungry, but hadn’t eaten anything since the airline food the previous day—her appetite was non-existent. She knew she needed to eat something, even if it was just a little bit. And Cleo would need to eat. She was too thin already.
    “I’m not hungry,” Cleo said.
    Like mother, like daughter. And that was a strange thought. “Just a little bit. I bet you’re hungrier than you think.”
    Cleo shrugged and went