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with equanimity, but the rules were quite different for me. A little swell of defiance rose in my chest.
So what? I’m a grown woman.
I reached for another truffle.
    â€œGeorgie, I’ve wanted to talk to you about something for a while. Now seems like a good time.”
    â€œIs this something I want to know?”
    â€œYou tell me.”
    â€œOkay, hit me.” I took a deep breath—not much else could go wrong today. Maybe she
would
hit me, I thought, knock me out, and when I came to, it would become clear that this had all been a dream. Zeke, Hunk, and Hickory would be huddled around my bed, Auntie Em and Uncle Henry each holding a hand, Toto leaping up beside me.
    â€œWhen was the last time you had an affair?”
    I aspirated a little of my wine and began to cough. The question caught me off guard. I sighed. “You know I’ve never had an affair. Don’t make me talk about this now.” I hated the whiny tone in my voice.
    Liza pulled her bare feet up into her chair, the pale pink of her perfectly pedicured toes shining softly in the low light. “Then it’s definitely time for one.”
    I wasn’t so sure about that. Love had always pretty much stunk for me. The thought of diving in again held little appeal, and yet, I couldn’t deny that there was a tiny, deeply buried longing somewhere inside me.
    Liza broke the silence. “Keith’s in love with you. Has been for years.”
    â€œHe’s not in love with me. I’m a married woman,” I said, although I knew how ridiculous that sounded.
    â€œYou are not a married woman. You are a woman with a piece of paper loosely binding you to a man who doesn’t love you, cannot love you, will never love you in the way you should be loved.”
    â€œWe have a daughter.”
    â€œA wonderful daughter, yes, a well-adjusted, grown-up-and-moved-away daughter. Having a child together doesn’t make a marriage.”
    â€œI made my choice to stay with him years ago. It seemed like the right decision at the time, to keep the family intact for Cal.” I fingered the stem of the wineglass. “I don’t have to tell you that I know all about Spiro.”
    â€œI doubt you know all about Spiro.”
    â€œWhat’s that supposed to mean?” Silence. “All right, Li, spill it. What do you know? Do you know where he is?”
    â€œNo, I don’t know where he is.”
    Ugh. “Again, what
do
you know?”
    She sighed. “Take this for what it’s worth, but there are rumors around the Bay that Spiro is in trouble.”
    â€œWhat kind of trouble?” I couldn’t believe she was giving any credit to whatever this was. Rumors around the Bay were virtually always just that—rumors. They rarely turned out to be true. I had the phantom thong to prove it.
    â€œYou know he’s been having an affair with Inky.”
    Inky LaFontaine? He owned Tat-L-Tails, the tattoo parlor on Thompson Street, and had enough body art to open a gallery and enough piercings that he jingled when he walked. I hadn’t known about Inky, but I was often out of that particular loop. Fastidious as Spiro was about personal hygiene and grooming, and given his almost pathological fear of needles, this was a surprising relationship.
    â€œInky’s apparently the type to kiss and tell. He’s been spreading it around that Spiro thinks he’s found the fortune his father was always talking about being hidden in the Bonaparte House.”
    I rolled my eyes involuntarily. That old chestnut had been kicked around and bounced off the curbs of the Bay for the last hundred and fifty years. Everyone in town knew the legend that valuables had been hidden in the house for the use of Napoleon when he escaped and took up residence there. It was beyond comprehension that in all that time nobody had ever found anything. The treasure was of some undetermined makeup—some said it was gold bars;