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Euly had become a professional writer, that she was making a living of it. But, Enaya handled herself well.
    “So! It’s nice we’ve gotten all of that out of the way.” She smiled because of their little battle. “Really, Euly, it’s good to see you. I miss you, you know?”
    “No. I didn’t Enaya. You don’t call all that often so, no, I don’t know. Your distance speaks volumes.”
    “Jealous?”
    Euly laughed. Her sister had the knack for not assuming the responsibilities others would. She supposed Enaya had good reason. With a family and a career she had a well-stacked plate.
    “Maybe but just a little.”
    “Really. What are you doing here, Euly?”
    “I was visiting with mother the other night. She’s getting a little weepy and forgiving these days but still has a kick, you know.” She opened the journal. The waiter brought their wine glasses and placed them on the table.
    “Just a sec.” Enaya ordered. She tasted the wine he’d set in front of her. She nodded and he walked away. “She always gets that way when she knows she’s wrong… or she’s dying, I suppose.”
    “Crap, Enaya. Can you at least try to appear sad mother is dying? For me?”
    “Sorry, dear. I forget that mother’s favorite is so sensitive these days.”
    “Good God, Enaya. Do you always have to be such a raving bitch?”
    “And you’re the writer.”
    “Don’t try to intimidate me. I’ve earned the title from years of hard work.” She hated how she always ended up defending herself. “You know what? I’m not so hungry after all. Why don’t you go home to your tidy little house and family and read another book. While you’re doing that I’ll be living, exploring, going on another treasure hunt.” She took a long slug of her wine and set it down, eyeing her over the glass. She knew the treasure hunt comment would bite deep. She wiped her mouth removing all her lipstick and pushed out her chair.
    “Very nice. Nice drama, nice punch at the end. You shouldn’t have given up acting. Really, Eu, you have talent.”
    “Screw off.” She started to leave, and then stopped. She turned and walked back. “First off, this is my hotel. You can leave.”
    “This is my city. You can leave.” Enaya enjoyed riling her sister and she let off a smirk.
    “I was born here, Enaya. You were born in some cow town in the Midwest. You can leave.”
    “Bravo. Now, see? I’m right. You would’ve made a fine actor. I’m always right. I’m your older sister.”
    “That makes you always older not always right.”
    Euly sat down again. “You leave.”
    “No.”
    “Then, tell me what you remember, you hag of a sister.” They were on speaking terms again and it felt homey, like they were kids fighting.
    “Remember what, brat.”
    “About mother and dad. The divorce. Everything. Creep.”
    “Everything could take hours. Fat head.”
    “I’m not leaving until I find out so I guess I have hours.”
    “I don’t.”
    “You have until midnight when you turn into a snake again.” Euly glared out a smile.
    “I missed you.”
    Euly smiled but each knew they weren’t finished. A silly argument had not been settled in the four years since she’d seen her sister. Four years since their grandmother’s death. Things didn’t go as well as they might have with her sister then as Euly recalled. They’d had a stupid fight about who’d get their grandmother’s china. Enaya won when their mother stepped in to decide.
    “How’s my china?”
    “It’s stunning.”
    Euly smirked and settled back into her chair. She re-folded the napkin on her lap, grabbed her glass and drank from it, set it back down and looked at her sister. She pulled out the photo and slid it over to Enaya on the smooth surface of the linen. “Do you remember what led up to the divorce?”
    “Yours or mother’s?”
    “Come on. I’m serious.”
    Enaya was taking her time giving Euly anything. She’d always been like that. She flicked her eyebrows and