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Over the back of Dana’s chair, she noted, was a Burberry raincoat Honor’s raincoat

She turned and headed through the still-silent bar It was an awfully long way

A man she didn’t know slid off a bar stool and went to the door ahead of her, weaving a bit, she noted distantly "Thanks for that," he said, the origin of the British accent she’d heard earlier "You don’t get to see enough girl fights these days"

"Shut up," shehilass and held the door open, and the cool, da face

TWO HOURS LATER, with Spike curled under her chin and snoring slightly, Honor made a resolution (and a list)

No ination fly away like a rabid bat, inventing scenarios that clearly weren’t going to play out

Work less and play more (find ways to play ASAP; maybe hire someone?)

A relationship, and pronto

A baby Soon

Tiet a life, in other words

Time to take action

CHAPTER THREE

THERE WAS LITTLE Honor dreaded s In the past, subjects covered included Jack’s divorce, the care and feeding of Goggy and Pops, Faith’s wedding(s) and Dad’s terrifying girlfriend of last year

Tonight, for the first ti was about her

In the three days since the catfight, Honor had done a lot of thinking She’d always been the good one, not that her siblings were bad people No, they were just more colorful She was like that other kid in the story of the Prodigal Son The one who never screwed up, who did his job

And look where that had gotten her Thirty-five, aging eggs, no obsmacked by her best friend, not to mention coan was concerned She lived with her father in her childhood home and worked a bazillion hours a week For fun, she watched shows about tu out of his rib cage, courtesy of a ht She’d told her dad and Mrs Johnson thethem to hear it from anywhere else, and Dad had looked like someone had just eaten a live kitten while Mrs J e Faith came over and had been quite sy Honor of her own public scene a few years ago, and leaving two cartons of Ben & Jerry’s in the freezer