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Cheating at Solitaire

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by Ally Carter

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  "Absolutely!" Nina jumped to agree.

  Julia cleared her throat and watched Nina and Caroline turn to glare at her, as if theyd just found a secret stash of frozen cheesecakes that shed been bringing to family reunions, passing off as homemade. She stepped inside the small bedroom where Lance was leaning against the windowsill, an "I tried to stop them" expression on his face.

  "Julia James!" Caroline snapped. "This is where you have this poor man sleeping? Have you even seen this room? How can you stand yourself?"

  Julia hadnt given much thought to where Lance was staying, but it was true that of all the rooms in the house, this one was in the worst shape. It was where she piled boxes of office supplies, out-of-style clothes, and things affectionately labeled "miscellaneous junk. " The mess had never bothered her, probably because the door was usually closed, its contents out of sight and out of mind.

  "How can you look him in the eye after making him wade through your trash like that?" her sister asked. "You ought to be ashamed. "

  "Well, Caroline, I wasnt expecting a houseguest. "

  "But dont you keep a guest room?" Caroline seemed bewildered. "Julia, with all the money you make, you dont even keep a guest room?"

  "No," Nina said. "She doesnt. "

  "Hes staying in the guest room!" Julia defended the situation. She looked to Lance for support, but he raised both his hands in a gesture of surrender, as if hed been fighting that fight himself and had decided to leave it to a professional.

  "Julia," Caroline asked, "where does Cassie sleep when she stays over?"

  "Cassie sleeps with me," Julia said, but kicked herself instantly when Nina chimed, "Well, if its good enough for Cassie—"

  "Nina!" Caroline cut her off. "This is ridiculous; weve got to clean out this room. Today. " Julia turned to Lance, defeated.

  Caroline threw open the windows, and soon the fresh, cool breeze began to waft inside and dilute the smell of mothballs. Boxes and bags of junk morphed from unorganized piles into a wave of debris that seemed to swell and resurface every time the bed was hauled from one side of the room to the other. Lance and Nina moved every piece of furniture at least a dozen times, so within an hour, sweat was glistening on his arms and Nina was finding excuses for him to stretch or bend over.

  "Can I tell you how nice it is to clean a room that wont be immediately occupied by a five-year-old?" Caroline asked as she scrubbed the hardwood floors with gusto, but Julia barely heard her; she was too busy tearing into boxes and bags like it was Christmas morning. She sifted through the last ten years, finding newspaper clippings of book reviews and old short stories, half-finished afghans and baby blankets, coupons and calendars five years out of date. When most everything was sorted, Julia knew more than half of it was going to have to be thrown away. That was the thought that filled her mind as she stared into a crateful of photos shed never made time to frame.

  "What we need now is bedding," Nina was saying. "Something with color. Something that pops. "

  "All I need is a place to sleep," Lance said, sounding apologetic.

  "Everyone sleeps better in a beautiful bed. Its a scientific fact," Nina said, and Lance cut a look at Julia, who didnt bother trying to explain science according to Nina.

  After scanning the room, Nina pointed to a flash of color on the top shelf of the closet. "Whats that?"

  Lance walked to the closet and pulled down an old patchwork quilt that slid into his arms. "Its heavy," he said as Nina helped him pull back the quilted layers to reveal the framed painting it had been protecting.

  "This is gorgeous!" Nina exclaimed.

  "Its your granny picture!" Caroline rushed toward the old oil painting and examined it like a lost treasure. "Why do you have this hidden up here?"

  Julia gazed at the painting that her grandmother had painted of two little girls in the middle of a field. For years, the painting and its twin had hung in her parents bedroom. But when Caroline married and Julia moved back to the state, Madelyn took the two pieces of art and gave them to her daughters, with strict instructions to give them good homes. It was one of the few things Julia had from her grandmother, and one of the few truly beautiful things she owned.

  "Julia," Nina exclaimed. "Why leave something this beautiful crammed in a closet?"

  "Ill hang it up eventually," she said. "With the remodeling, I didnt want to risk it getting damaged. When the house is finished, Ill hang it up. "

  "What do you mean, when you finish " Nina asked. "Have you started?"

  "Well, maybe if my decorator hadnt quit—"

  "Hey!" Nina jumped to the defensive. "I stuck with you through five types of tile, six cabinet finishes, three professional ranges, seven industrial sinks, two dishwashers, and thirteen cabinet knobs. Do you know how many cabinet knobs are too many? Thirteen. Thirteen is where any self-respecting design professional draws the line. "

  "Fine," Julia said. "Point taken. Now, can I have my painting back, please?"

  "No. " Nina pulled it to her chest. "Were using the quilt on the bed, and this is going downstairs. Youre going to pick out a place to hang it. "

  "Nina, I dont think thats—"

  "Im coming back as your decorator for one job only, and this is it. "

  "What time is it?" Nina asked over the steady pop, pop, pop that was coming from the microwave.

  Caroline looked at her watch and answered, "Its half past five. "

  Ninas eyes flew open and she yelled, "I almost missed Decorating Derby]" She jumped off the barstool and ran into the living room, where she grabbed the remote control from Lances hands and told him, "Scoot over, stud. "

  "Hey, I was watching . . . " Lance started, but Julia took a seat beside him and said, "Duke loses in overtime. "

  "How did you know that?" he asked, sincerely impressed.

  Julia felt cocky. "ESPN Classic shows old games, or didnt you know?"

  "Okay," he said. "Lets watch some decorating. "

  "Shush up, you two," Nina snapped as she clicked through the channels at breakneck speed, until snappy theme-show music began flooding into the room.

  On the screen, Felicia Wallace, the woman who was second in Ninas class at the Wellington Design Academy, was about to begin a major project on a Manhattan brownstone. The designer who had graduated first in the class was waiting to be divorced from Jason—again. Julia had to wonder why Nina put herself through the agony of watching a former rival excel on national TV.

  "What is this?" Lance asked.

  "Ill tell you what this is. This is the bane of my existence. " Nina quickly climbed on her soapbox. "Shows like Decorating

  Derby are convincing the American public that with a gallon of primer and a dozen cardboard toilet-paper rolls, anyone can decorate. " She snorted. "Good decorating is like anything else—you get what you pay for. "

  Caroline came in from the kitchen, a bowl of popcorn in each hand, just in time to see Felicia Wallace introduce the shows official carpenter, Mason Kent. When she-glanced at the television, she immediately asked, "Who is that"

  "That is the worst thing about these shows," Nina declared. "They take a hot guy, strap on a tool belt, and use him to lure thousands of female viewers. This show isnt about design; its about hot men with power tools. Look at those arms. Look at the way that T-shirt clings to his rippling chest. If you want to do a reality show about decorating, then at the very least, your carpenter ought to have jeans that hang below the equator. "

  Julia picked up on something she hadnt heard from Nina for a very long time. "You like him!" she exclaimed. "Youve got a crush on Mason the hot carpenter guy!"

  "I do not. " Nina dismissed the suggestion, but a hint of red was appearing on her olive-skinned cheeks.

  "Im a married woman," she insisted. "Well, kind of. Im a little bit married. "

  Lance glanced down at her hand. "Youre not wearing a ring. "

  "Nina, this is great!" Julia cried. "You have a non-Jason crush. Its a goo
d thing. "

  "I may be many things," Nina said, "but in love with Felicias hammer-jockey is not one of them. "

  "I auditioned to be on one of these shows once," Lance said, grabbing a fistful of popcorn.

  "Really?" Julia said, stealing a kernel for herself.

  "Yeah," he said. "I used to do a lot of that kind of stuff for my mom, building sets and all. Im pretty good with my hands. "

  Ninas elbow was suddenly in Julias gut. Lance, thankfully, didnt notice.

  "It would have been a good gig for me, but I didnt get it. Ninas right, though," he said, filling his mouth with popcorn. "Those guys are actors. "

  Caroline was glued to the set. "He really knows how to use that sander," she said.

  "Caroline!" Julia said, a little surprised at her sister.

  "I cant help it. " Caroline shrugged. "Every time I ask Steve to do something around the house, he lectures me about comparative advantage and reminds me what an hour of his time bills for at the firm. Do you know how many times Ive seen Steve pick up a nail gun, or anything else, for that matter?"

  "Do we really want to see Steve with a nail gun?" Nina asked.

  "You have a brand-new house, Caroline," Julia said. "You dont need to be married to Mr. Fix-it. "

  "Well, I wouldnt mind being married to Mr. Knows-how-to-unload-the-dishwasher," Caroline said under her breath.

  When Felicia began instructing homeowners on how to wallpaper their den with old newspapers, Nina shifted and dramatically covered her eyes. "Oh, its too painful. I cant watch anymore. I have to go. Caroline, are you ready?"

  "Why? Cant we stay a little longer?"

  Julias jaw dropped. Shed never seen her sister do anything hut rush toward her children. Caroline had already spent the better part of a day away from them. She couldnt imagine what force of nature could have brought about such change. Then, she remembered. "So, hows the memoir coming along?"

  Caroline rolled her eyes. "Did you know that Ro-Ro had seven different dogs when she was growing up? I do. I even know their names. I know how big they were. I know how she disposed of their bodies when they died. "

  "I suppose that came in handy," Nina said. "You know, for later. "

  "Why does this always happen to me?" Caroline cried in disbelief.

  "Youre a nice person. It comes with the territory," Nina said. "Or so I hear. "

  Julia asked, "So where is Ro-Ro now?"

  "She wants the memoir to include excerpts from her fans. As we speak, she has called an emergency meeting of the Georgias. Theyre going to put together some notes and get back to me. "

  "I am so sorry, Caroline," Julia said, meaning it. "Being forced to work with Ro-Ro and the Georgias. No one deserves that. "

  "At least she gave me last night off. Although, technically, I was supposed to use that as an opportunity to scout locations for a series of tasteful black-and-white photos she wants throughout the book. Because, of course, I dont have anything else to do. " She looked at her sister. "We finally got her settled back at her place, and for once, Steve agreed to stay with the kids. I know theyre probably burning the house down even as we speak, but I just cant go back, not yet. She might call there, but shed never call here. "

 

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