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hung up tomorrow’s skirt and
sweater so they wouldn’t wrinkle, tossed the stuff she’d borrowed
this morning in the hamper, then set her cosmetics out on the
counter in Livie’s bathroom. Her sister used the cheap stuff, which
couldn’t be good for her skin.
    Livie was pretty, but, without a conceited
bone in her body, Toni knew she was prettier. It wasn’t conceit to
admit to better bone structure and curvier curves. She also knew
how to best enhance what God gave her. Her hair, for instance, was
a honey-gold which went much better with her coloring than plain
old reddish-brown. Livie should live a little and dye a little. Not
to mention that contact lenses changed muddy irises to a brilliant
jungle green, or anything else a girl wanted. What the heck, Livie
was Livie. She didn’t care much about her appearance as long she
was considered neat and professional. She would never have
purchased that short dress and hot pink blazer she’d worn this
morning if Toni hadn’t goaded her into buying it months ago. It
still had the tags, for God’s sake.
    Now, what would Livie have in the
refrigerator besides low-fat yogurt and fruit? Toni was starving.
She hadn’t been able to eat all day over that terrible episode with
Reese. She’d picked up the phone a thousand times to call him, but
really, a man had to learn how to crawl a little when he’d made a
mistake, especially since he hadn’t answered any of her messages
from yesterday. She wasn’t done with him yet. She knew the man had
huge potential in bed, and she would make sure she got him there.
Oh yeah, she’d make him beg first, but she’d definitely take him
back when she felt he’d shown the proper contrition.
    A key jiggled in the front door.
    Livie already had her jacket off and folded
over her arm. She’d dropped her keys on the entry table and set her
briefcase and purse on the floor before she saw Toni standing in
the kitchen doorway.
    “Hey.” After a moment’s pause and not a
single expression on her face, Livie headed into the living room, a
shopping bag dangling from her fingers. “Feeling better?”
    “Yeah.” Toni shrugged and leaned against the
wall. “I didn’t want to be alone. You don’t mind, do you?”
    Livie draped her jacket over the back of the
sofa without turning around. “Of course not.”
    She probably did, but Livie wouldn’t say.
Which was usually a good thing for Toni. She got away with murder
if she acted first and asked later. “What’s in the bag?”
    “A book. I ran out of things to read.” Livie
pulled it out, set it on the coffee table, and wadded up the
bag.
    “What is it?”
    “ The Fountainhead. ” She examined the
receipt in her hand. “Someone at work mentioned it, and I’ve never
read it. It’s some sort of classic written in the forties.”
    Sounded boring. Weird that Livie was late
because she’d stopped to buy a book. Ah, but Livie loved to read in
the tub. It relaxed her. Tonight, though, she had Toni to entertain
instead. What fun for them both.
    “Did you eat?” Livie slipped past her into
the kitchen and bent to peer into the refrigerator.
    “I was hoping you’d feed me.”
    “Oh, yeah, sure,” Livie answered without
turning.
    “Then what have you got?”
    Shuffling a few things around, Livie surveyed
the contents. “How about scrambled eggs on toast?”
    Great comfort food. Their mom used to
scramble eggs on cold winter nights when Dad was out of town. They
got to eat in front of the TV and stay up an hour later than usual.
Of course, there’d be a ton of carbs in the toast. Comfort, carbs,
comfort, carbs? Comfort won. “Yeah. That sounds great.”
    Livie put the eggs on the counter, then
pulled out bread, margarine and milk. From the drawer beneath the
oven, she retrieved a frying pan and set it on the stove. “I’ll
change, then start dinner.”
    “You want me to break the eggs or
anything?”
    “No, I’ll do it.”
    “Thanks, Livie, you’re great.”
    Livie smiled and