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intentional, hon,” Aunt Trixie said. “Jay was in the same checkout line at the Wal-Mart store. We got to talking—”
    â€œHe said a friend of his read about us and was interested in seeing some of our art,” my mother interrupted, “so I pulled an invitation from my purse and gave it to him, and—”
    â€œTo give his friend,” Trixie cut in.
    My mother nodded. “And then I realized how rude it would look if I didn’t give Jay an invitation as well.”
    â€œOur divorce is final in a little over two weeks, Mom. He would have understood.”
    â€œHoney, he looks just as good as he did before you split up,” Trixie said.
    Just what I wanted to hear, I thought. “Well, don’t be hurt if he doesn’t come,” I said. “I’m sure he would be as uncomfortable as I would, under the circumstances.”
    â€œOh, he’s coming,” Aunt Trixie said. “He told us he wouldn’t miss it for anything. He even asked about you. Wanted to know how you were.”
    â€œNaturally, he was concerned about your weight loss,” my mother said.
    I looked at her. “You told him I’d lost weight? Mom, he’s going to think I’m pining for him.” For once, just once, I wished my mother and aunt would stay out of my business.
    â€œDon’t worry,” she said. “I told him it was due to financial stress and the crappy place where you were living.”
    I buried my face in my hands. “Oh, gur-reat! He’s going to think I can’t manage my life now.”
    â€œWhat do you care what he thinks?” my mother said. “You’re divorcing him.”
    I looked at her. “It’s a matter of pride, okay?” I carried my plate to the trash. “I can’t possibly go to the grand opening now,” I said dully.
    â€œOh, honey, you have to come!” she said.
    I shook my head. Just talking about Jay Rush upset me. Why would I want to see him and reopen all the wounds? “I can’t, Mom.”
    â€œThat’s silly,” she said. “He’s going to think you’re afraid to see him.” She shook her head. “This whole thing is silly. The two of you need to kiss and make up before it’s too late.”
    I sighed. “It’s already too late.”
    â€œMaybe not,” she said. “I think he’d take you back if you asked.”
    â€œHello?” I waved my hands in the air. “I’m not going back to him. Not after what I went through.”
    My mom folded her arms on the table. “That’s not fair, Kate.”
    â€œHe lied to me, Mom!”
    â€œHe tried to make you less afraid.”
    â€œHe told me his job as a captain was less dangerous than a regular firefighter’s. He said better technology and advances in fire science, blah, blah, blah, made firefighting much safer.”
    â€œWell, that’s essentially true,” she said, “but that doesn’t mean the work is risk free.”
    â€œHe could have died !” I reminded her. “It doesn’t matter how many advances have been made. Accidents happen. Walls and floors cave in and trap people.”
    Which was exactly what had happened to Jay and a couple of men in his crew. They’d come very close to being killed. “Call me dumb, but I’m tired of offering up the people I love to the great Fire God.”
    She and my aunt were quiet for a moment. “Well, I’m not a bit sorry I married your father,” she said after a moment.
    I just looked at her. “I’m not sorry you married him either, Mom, but it would be nice to have him around. You know?”
    Aunt Trixie covered one of my hands with hers.
    My mother folded her arms on the table and leaned closer. “You practically lived at that firehouse the last year your father was alive. You ate there, and you would have slept there if I hadn’t forced you to come home and do