“We're moving where?”I sniffed, and slid the photograph across the table. “There.”Marie flicked the picture away without looking at it.“You asked,” I pointed out.“I wasn't asking about the house.” She crossed her arms across her chest. “I was asking you to repeat the first thing you said.”“What?” I put on my best confused face. I followed it immediately with my best sudden realization face. “Oh that!” Then my best innocent face. “You mean when I said we'd be moving to Cleveland to . . .” – I mumbled the last several words.“I thought that's what you said.”I smiled at her. “So we're all good then?”A raised eyebrow. Fingers drumming on the table surface. “How about without the mumbles?”“You really don't want to know.”A second raised eyebrow. “Oh, I thought you were dissembling so that I didn't break down in weeping with joy.”I coughed.She took a deep breath and somehow seemed to cross her arms even more tightly.“It's really not a big deal. It's just a work thing. You know. They assign me. They me where to move. You move along with me and keep writing your world-astonishing, best-yelling young adult romance novels. We all go own happily.”Both eyebrows pinched tightly over the bridge of her nose.“We're moving . . .”“Yes?”“Into that house . . .”“Yes?”“Which is right next to . . .” – mumbling.Marie stood as straight and rigid as a person might. She extended the index finger of her right hand. It was just as straight and rigid. “One more try.”“Right next to Erica's house.”“Erica being . . . ?”“My daughter from a high school fling.”Marie's mouth twisted. “You're welcome to . . .” – she broke off in mumbling.