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backyard. It was a brilliant blue day and her yard was lovely. There were birdbaths and a big fountain where birds frolicked. It was a very large yard and at the bottom there was a double running track. There were impatiens here, too, as wilted as those in the front.
    â€œI’ll get someone to come over and water your plants,” he said.
    â€œI have so much to thank you for. How can I ever repay you?”
    â€œYou already have. You made a lot of money for us, Stevie, and your presence lit up our studios. You were one of our best, and I’m hoping you will be again. Just get well and come back. Will you?”
    She nodded. “I’m leaning in that direction.”
    They stood under a big oak tree and he said to her earnestly, “I’m going to keep talking to you about the past, stoking your memory. When we leave here, we’re going to Club Insomnia. Maybe Bretta will be there. I know Jessi will. They were your best friends…”
    She stiffened, but did not tremble. Did mentioning Jessi along with Bretta take away some of the stress?
    Inside, they found Pedro just finishing. “I looked at your security system. It’s a good one.”
    â€œYes,” Stevie murmured. “Would you like coffee or something else? I’m a forgetful hostess.”
    â€œHey, thanks, but I’m fine. I believe you’re all set. Call me whenever you need me. Bye, el capitano . You may or may not get a bill from me. I like repaying favors.”
    Damien grinned and the men shook hands. “I’d better get a bill. You’re not in this for your health.”
    â€œIf it hadn’t been for you, I wouldn’t have a business like this.”
    â€œAlways happy to help.”
    Stevie observed the two men, who seemed so at ease with each other. Way back in her mind she had begun to remember Damien from days past. He had always been kind, even when Honi, his fiancée had left him for the prime minister of a Caribbean country and he had walked the streets of Nashville, looking like a wounded ghost, his heart crushed. But Honi had stayed away only a year and had come back, contrite, to an unforgiving Damien.
    On Honi’s Caribbean island, when she had been the first lady, she had been the toast of Black Nashville and the Black-owned paper had had a field day. On her return, she had given an interview saying that she loved and missed the United States and certain people and found she could not live elsewhere. After her divorce, gradually she and Damien had become friends again, but gossip said he would never forgive her.
    Stevie gasped a little. Now, how had she remembered all that? Like her name, it seemed a part of her. For a moment, she looked forward to going back to Dr. Winslow, until she thought of how frightened she had become.
    Walking over to the piano, she ran her fingers over the keys and looked at the Gibson guitar. Picking it up, she began to pluck a song. The same song Damien had sung to her the night before.
    Pedro stood stock-still as she began to sing.
    â€œYou ask me what I want for Christmas.
    I want you in my arms in ecstasy.
    I’ll tell you what I want for Christmas.
    Just give me L-O-V-E!
    â€œYou always let me know you want me—
    Cruises, diamonds, lived-out fantasy.
    But now the only thing that’s missing
    Comes out to L-O-V-E!”
    After two verses, Stevie paused with her eyes half-closed. Pedro grinned and gave her the A-OK sign. But she felt very self-conscious because Damien was gazing at her with a dreamy expression on his face.
    â€œI love you so much it hurts me.
    Can’t you feel Cupid’s arrows start?
    You give me all your gold can buy me.
    I’m begging you now for your heart.
    â€œSo give me what I want for Christmas.
    You know by now you hold the key.
    You’re everything I want forever.
    Just give me L-O-V-E!”
    Pedro clapped and whistled urging her to continue when Stevie hesitated. “Lady you’ve got