Chapter 8

“Seriously, though. How are you?” she asks.

“Physically, I’m feeling better.” I don’t need to say the rest; she’s always been great at filling in the blanks.

“Yeah, I hear you. Me, too. For completely different reasons, though. Hang in there. If you arebetter, you’ll be out of your prison soon. And then you’ll have what your little heart desires the most, while your poor old sister will still be alone and miserable.”

I snort. “You’re not old.”

“You’re just saying that because you’ll turn thirty-five in a few short months, too.”

“No, I’m saying that because you’re the kind of person who’ll neverbe old. You’ll still be out dancing the night away and have a lover in every major city in Europe when you’re seventy.”

“You think I’m limiting myself to Europe?”

“Sorry. My bad.”

“And why would I settle down when there’s so much fun stuff to do?”

“So many peopleto do.” I grin.

“What’s a girl to do with all the pretty boys and girls?”