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balcony. Then the guide would tell them about the church she bought before he took them past Tulane and Loyola’s campuses. Just another sight-seeing day in N’awlins.
    The front porch was alive with plants and hanging ferns, all in need of watering. Perhaps later, after the sun went down. For now she had to go inside. With Rosie in one hand and the po’boys in the other, she somehow managed to fit the key into the lock of the majestic teakwood door. She slammed it shut immediately and then locked it, secure in the knowledge that Rosie couldn’t get out.
    While the house was old, her parents had kept up with it, and so had she and Kitty. Just last year they’d painted inside and out, and it still looked fresh and clean. They’d discarded a lot of their parents’ old comfortable furniture and replaced it with more modern but just as comfortable love seats and easy chairs. The long windows still had their swagged draperies. They’d kept the old rugs because to do away with them would have been sacrilegious. The shiny, worn pine floors and the breathtaking staircase made of solid teak were wonders that caused visitors to gasp in delight. Or perhaps it was the high ceilings or the ornate woodwork.
    â€œAnybody home? I brought lunch. You’ll never guess what I bought. And you’ll never guess who I ran into,” Josie called from the foot of the stairway. “What do you want to drink? Cola, sweet tea, or a cold beer?”
    â€œSweet tea,” Kitty called from the top of the staircase. “You went uptown and got po’boys from Franky and Johnny’s. I bet you ran into the hunk. Howzat for guessing with a stuffed-up head? Did he ask you out?”
    â€œNo, he did not ask me out. It wasn’t that kind of meeting. Rosie knew they were there. You should see what his dog did to that expensive car he drives, and no, I still don’t know his name.”
    â€œI know him from somewhere,” Kitty grumbled. “When are you going to get the screen door back? I love that screen door. I like the way it bangs shut, and I like the way it squeaks no matter what you do to it. Mom said it was supposed to do that because it was an old-fashioned wooden screen door, not like those aluminum things. I can’t believe that dog put his big rear end through our screen door.”
    â€œYou up to these po’boys, Kitty. How’s your throat?”
    â€œNever mind my throat. Tell me about the hunk.”
    Josie told her. “See for yourself. Rosie wants nothing to do with me. She wouldn’t even touch the Beanie Baby. All she wants is that damn big dog and, what’s worse, he wants her. How is that possible, Kitty, since they’ve both been fixed?”
    â€œUmmnn. Beats me. Before I forget, a package came while you were out. It’s in the hall under the table.”
    Josie unwrapped the po’boys and set them on what her mother called her day dishes—plain, heavy white china with a large, succulent strawberry in the middle. There were only four left in the entire set, aside from two cups and two soup bowls. The matching napkins were old and faded, but neither girl was willing to part with them.
    It was a cheerful kitchen, with wraparound windows and a cozy breakfast nook. Perfect for morning coffee, newspaper reading, and bird-watching. The Hansel and Gretel cottage and the ladybug walkway were clearly visible from each window, something that brought a smile to each young woman’s face no matter what time of day.
    Kitty poured the sweet tea from her great-grandmother’s crystal pitcher.
    â€œWho’s the package from?” Josie asked as she bit into her po’boy.
    â€œGourmet Party. Probably more copies of their magazine. Maybe it’s a hint that we should subscribe. We should, you know. The publicity that centerfold gave us is invaluable. Maybe they want us to hand them out to our customers. It felt kind of light,