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     "Hello? Georgia?"     "Alanna!"     "Yes, it's me. Listen, Georgia, I'm-"     "'Lana, I-- Corbin-- "     "-- in the car here with Owen, and Damon, and Tristan's parents, and we're on our way, okay? We'll be there as soon as we can."     "Alanna, I don't know what to do!"     Alanna could tell by the break in Georgia's voice that she was crying.     "Georgie-- " Alanna's voice caught, too.     "Alanna, he's gone, he's gone, oh God, he's gone!"     "Georgie, we'll be there soon. We'll be there soon." Alanna's voice was calm and quiet. The call disconnected and Alanna closed her cell phone. To her right, Owen's face flas

She dreams of apple pies, bare feet on a rolling floor, rinsing dishes while he dries. Someday not too distant she will look down to see him kneeling, and she will say yes, maybe cry, and by the little band be bound wonderfully, foreverly. (She already is, by her heart.) It has been a while since flowers and she doesn't mind. (Flowers are expensive.) She'll miss her music, but there won't be room for her piano. (She wouldn't have played much anyway.) She orders photos in her screensaver (the glow lights her face) of     -her holding baby turtles in the tropics     -a faraway cou