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her
sister's life. Kara wanted to know what.
She stood in the center of the main
room and did a slow turn, taking in everything around her.
So
ordinary.
Kara found that very ordinariness
reassuring, but it didn't answer the questions that had brought her here.
The furniture was a motley
assortment of new and good quality used. There were a couple of original
watercolors of flower-filled fields on the walls along with a few framed
posters from the Metropolitan Museum 's Van Gogh in Aries show. A selection of
photos of Jill and Mom and Kara herself stood on one of the end tables. The big
thick The Art of Walt Disney sat
right where it belonged—on the coffee table. Beside it was a stack of nursing
journals.
This was the Kelly she knew. Not a swinger, not even a terribly exciting person, but
a rock solid, steady, reliable professional who loved nursing and loved the
throb and rattle of New York . Sweet and attractive. Although they were identical twins, Kara had
always thought of Kelly as the better looking one. She'd had her love affairs,
and she'd told Kara all about them when they got together. Once or twice she
thought she'd found Mr. Right, but one had turned out to be not-so-Right, and
the other, Tom, the most recent, had been keeping a little secret from her: his
wife and child on Long Island.
But Kelly seemed to bounce back from
those traumas like she bounced back from everything. Kara had often wished she
could be as flexible, as resilient as Kelly. Which was probably why Kelly had
been able to stay on in New York and Kara hadn't: Kelly could accept the city on its terms, Kara could
only accept it on her own.
Which was why Kara lived in Pennsylvania and Kelly lived in New York .
And maybe why Kelly had died in New York .
So
why am I in New York now ? Kara asked herself.
To find a reason, some sort of hook
that would help her understand what had happened. Damn it, she was going to
find out why and how Kelly had changed or go half crazy trying. And she was
going to tear this place apart in the process.
"When are we going to Aunt
Ellen's?" Jill asked.
"Soon, honey. I've just got to
look around here for a while, okay?"
Kara found something on the tv for
the child to watch, then she headed for the bedroom. She'd start there.
▼
Nothing.
Kara had to admit her twin sister
was boring. Not that that was bad. In this case, it was good. But puzzling.
How could a woman who liked New
Amsterdam Beer, read Agatha Christie, Ed Gorman and John D. MacDonald, dressed
in flannel nightgowns, and was voted Nurse of the Year at St. Vincent's twice
in the last five years come to be a legend in the Oak Bar? Her major vice
seemed to be Creamette pasta.
Drugs? In the night stand drawer was
a prescription bottle from a Dr. Gates labeled: "Halcion 0.25 mg. One
tablet at bedtime as needed for sleep." Twenty or so blue ovals rested in
the bottom of the amber plastic container. It looked as if Kelly had suffered
from insomnia. That might be important, but probably not. The medicine cabinet
in the bathroom yielded even less. Midol was the most potent pill there,
followed by Tylenol.
As she looked over the collection of
lotions and creams and powders and scents lined up in the cabinet, arrayed
around the sink, and clustered atop the tank lid of the toilet, Kara shook her
head in wonder and dismay.
Look
at this!
From Giorgio there was Red
Extraordinary Perfumed Body Moisturizer; from Lancome there was
sister's life. Kara wanted to know what.
She stood in the center of the main
room and did a slow turn, taking in everything around her.
So
ordinary.
Kara found that very ordinariness
reassuring, but it didn't answer the questions that had brought her here.
The furniture was a motley
assortment of new and good quality used. There were a couple of original
watercolors of flower-filled fields on the walls along with a few framed
posters from the Metropolitan Museum 's Van Gogh in Aries show. A selection of
photos of Jill and Mom and Kara herself stood on one of the end tables. The big
thick The Art of Walt Disney sat
right where it belonged—on the coffee table. Beside it was a stack of nursing
journals.
This was the Kelly she knew. Not a swinger, not even a terribly exciting person, but
a rock solid, steady, reliable professional who loved nursing and loved the
throb and rattle of New York . Sweet and attractive. Although they were identical twins, Kara had
always thought of Kelly as the better looking one. She'd had her love affairs,
and she'd told Kara all about them when they got together. Once or twice she
thought she'd found Mr. Right, but one had turned out to be not-so-Right, and
the other, Tom, the most recent, had been keeping a little secret from her: his
wife and child on Long Island.
But Kelly seemed to bounce back from
those traumas like she bounced back from everything. Kara had often wished she
could be as flexible, as resilient as Kelly. Which was probably why Kelly had
been able to stay on in New York and Kara hadn't: Kelly could accept the city on its terms, Kara could
only accept it on her own.
Which was why Kara lived in Pennsylvania and Kelly lived in New York .
And maybe why Kelly had died in New York .
So
why am I in New York now ? Kara asked herself.
To find a reason, some sort of hook
that would help her understand what had happened. Damn it, she was going to
find out why and how Kelly had changed or go half crazy trying. And she was
going to tear this place apart in the process.
"When are we going to Aunt
Ellen's?" Jill asked.
"Soon, honey. I've just got to
look around here for a while, okay?"
Kara found something on the tv for
the child to watch, then she headed for the bedroom. She'd start there.
▼
Nothing.
Kara had to admit her twin sister
was boring. Not that that was bad. In this case, it was good. But puzzling.
How could a woman who liked New
Amsterdam Beer, read Agatha Christie, Ed Gorman and John D. MacDonald, dressed
in flannel nightgowns, and was voted Nurse of the Year at St. Vincent's twice
in the last five years come to be a legend in the Oak Bar? Her major vice
seemed to be Creamette pasta.
Drugs? In the night stand drawer was
a prescription bottle from a Dr. Gates labeled: "Halcion 0.25 mg. One
tablet at bedtime as needed for sleep." Twenty or so blue ovals rested in
the bottom of the amber plastic container. It looked as if Kelly had suffered
from insomnia. That might be important, but probably not. The medicine cabinet
in the bathroom yielded even less. Midol was the most potent pill there,
followed by Tylenol.
As she looked over the collection of
lotions and creams and powders and scents lined up in the cabinet, arrayed
around the sink, and clustered atop the tank lid of the toilet, Kara shook her
head in wonder and dismay.
Look
at this!
From Giorgio there was Red
Extraordinary Perfumed Body Moisturizer; from Lancome there was
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