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“
Just
tell
him
to
take
a
hike
,
Ana
.
You
’
ve
been
so
up
and
down
since
you
met
him
.
I
’
ve
never
seen
you
like
this
.
”
The
world
of
Katherine
Kavanagh
is
very
clear
,
very
black
and
white
.
Not
the
intangible
,
mysterious
,
vague
hues
of
gray
that
color
my
world
.
Welcome
to
my
world
.
“
Sit
,
let
’
s
talk
.
Let
’
s
have
some
wine
.
Oh
,
you
’
ve
had
champagne
.
”
She
spies
the
bottle
.
“
Some
good
stuff
,
too
.
”
I
smile
ineffectually
,
looking
apprehensively
at
the
couch
.
I
approach
it
with
caution
.
Hmm
…
sitting
.
“
Are
you
okay
?
”
“
I
fell
over
and
landed
on
my
behind
.
”
She
doesn
’
t
think
to
question
my
explanation
,
because
I
am
one
of
the
most
uncoordinated
people
in
Washington
State
.
I
never
thought
I
’
d
see
that
as
a
blessing
.
I
sit
down
gingerly
,
pleasantly
surprised
that
I
’
m
okay
,
and
turn
my
attention
to
Kate
but
my
mind
glazes
over
and
I
’
m
pulled
back
to
the
Heathman
—
Well
,
if
you
were
mine
you
wouldn
’
t
be
able
to
sit
down
for
a
week
after
the
stunt
you
pulled
yesterday
.
He
said
it
then
,
and
all
I
could
concentrate
on
at
the
time
was
being
his
.
All
the
warning
signs
were
there
,
I
was
just
too
clueless
and
too
enamored
to
notice
.
Kate
comes
back
into
the
living
area
with
a
bottle
of
red
wine
and
washed
teacups
.
“
Here
we
go
.
”
She
hands
me
a
cup
of
wine
.
It
won
’
t
taste
as
good
as
the
Bolly
.
