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ever good enough for a woman’s son.”
    â€œYou got that right.”
    â€œBut your late husband’s mother loves you.”
    â€œThat’s because I’m special.” She smiled as she flipped the television on.
    â€œYour parents called today.”
    â€œThey did? Why didn’t they call the studio or my cell phone? They knew I was at work.”
    â€œThey’re roaming the countryside in that Winnebago you and Samantha bought them.”
    Her father was a 70-year-old retired schoolteacher and her 69-year-old mother was a retired cafeteria lady. They had been married forty-eight years. While most of their friends had sold their homes to move into expensive retirement communities or down South, they’d stayed in their home in Amityville. Alicia’s parents still had quite a bit of zip left in their step and enjoyed being on the move, but they didn’t trust the cleanliness of hotels or other people. Therefore a Winnebago seemed the perfect gift to give them the comfort of home while allowing them to have an adventure.
    Alicia laughed. “It’s what they wanted.”
    â€œI know.”
    â€œWhere were they calling from?”
    â€œThey were at the Grand Canyon.”
    â€œThat sounds nice. I bet they’re having a great time.”
    â€œThey are, but they really called to check on you.”
    â€œYou told them I’m fine.”
    â€œYes. However I wouldn’t be surprised to see their Winnebago pulling into Scarsdale sometime this summer.”
    Alicia chuckled. “Oh, won’t the neighbors love that.”
    â€œOh yes.” Harrison picked up her briefcase. “Can I get you anything?”
    â€œJust a seltzer with a twist.”
    â€œNo problem. What about dinner? I’m planning steaks.”
    â€œGood. Gabby’s coming for dinner.”
    â€œGreat. What about Lauren?”
    â€œLauren is having dinner with Ken at Ricardo’s.”
    Harrison’s ears perked up. “Dinner at Ricardo’s. Is there something going on you haven’t told me?”
    â€œNope.”
    â€œWell, even I know Ricardo’s is known for its romantic ambiance. Is reconciliation in the air?”
    Alicia shrugged. “Who knows? Your guess is as good as mine.”
    â€œI’m asking what you think.”
    â€œTo tell you the truth I know that’s what Lauren wants, but I have a bad feeling about it.”
    â€œYou don’t like Ken.”
    â€œNo. I don’t like him, and I don’t think he’s the one for Lauren. I’ve never made any bones about it.”
    â€œShe loves him.”
    â€œThe Beatles did say love is all you need. Who knows? Maybe he’ll surprise me.”
    â€œMaybe.” Harrison was about to walk away when he said, “Oh, there is one thing I forgot to tell you.”
    â€œWhat’s that?”
    â€œYour favorite neighbor is back in town.”
    Alicia’s face fell. “Why did you have to go and ruin my dinner? When did he get back?”
    â€œI’m not sure exactly. All I know is the parade of women has already begun.”
    â€œGreat.” She hung her head in disgust. “I manage to find a half acre of quiet and it has to be next to Scarsdale’s own version of the Playboy mansion.”
    For any other woman, living next to Dr. Nathaniel Becker would be a treat. A confirmed bachelor at age forty-eight, he was six feet, four inches tall with an athletic build, a full head of wavy dark hair and crystal blue eyes. It also didn’t hurt that he came from old WASP money and, though he didn’t need to worry about making a living, was an Ivy League educated doctor who was a part of a thriving medical practice in Scarsdale. What wasn’t commonly known was his involvement in pediatric AIDS research and Doctors Without Borders, through which he traveled the world helping impoverished communities get the care they needed. He also gave his time to