After I got through security, which was heaving with people—even the fast-track line for first and business class—I strolled into the busy terminal, heading for the nearest coffee cart. Miracle of miracles, there was only one guy in front of me, and soon I was holding a grande macchiato in my hand, relieved to be going home, and feeling so sexually satisfied that I thought maybe the universe was looking out for me after all. Last night with Caleb had been a much-needed diversion. Thanks, Universe. I owe you one.
Why are you making this so hard? Harper cried with frustration. This outing was supposed to be fun, and all you’re doing is sulking and throwing clothes around like a spoiled child.Then stop acting like my mother! Dora shot back.
What? How am I acting like your mother?You’re not listening to what I want. You’re telling me what to wear. Ordering me around. This isn’t a shopping trip. It’s a damn makeover!Harper was so angered by Dora’s accusation that she tossed the remaining dresses onto the chair. They promptly slid off to the floor.
I’m trying to be helpful! I know fashion and I’m showing you some outfits that I think you’ll look good in. But you won’t even try them. God, you’re impossible. You’re so stuck in your ways.I didn’t ask for a makeover. Stop trying to change me.
Harper exploded. You dress like a grandma!
Dora’s mouth dropped open and tears flooded her eyes.Terribly. It’s been wonderful to have some time to myself, but it’s been long enough. I want my baby home.
Dora turned to face Harper. It’s also been really nice spending time with you this past week.I’ve gotten to know you better, Dora continued. I feel closer to you. I’m trying to break old patterns, and you’ve really helped me. She paused. Thank you.
Harper looked up and in the moonlight saw the sincerity in Dora’s eyes. We’re sisters, Harper said. You don’t have to thank me. She broke into a broad grin.Dora released a wide smile and nodded, looking out at the moonlight dancing on the Cove. I like that.