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Sheila was right about that.

Quiet descended as Sheila relived some part of something she’d said. Tabitha knew she needed a nudge to get her story back on track.

Tabitha steered her sister. “So you took a limo that got you into Boston at ten last night. What did you do from there?”

Sheila launched back into the saga of her travels. “I sat on a bench. The bus to Bangor was upstairs. Right upstairs. I didn’t want to miss it. It left at eight in the morning, and I didn’t want to miss it. That bench. The bench was okay. Hotels are expensive. I played on my computer and I fell asleep, but I didn’t miss my bus,” she added proudly.

“No, you didn’t,” Tabitha praised. “You amaze me, Sheila. You did really well. Better than a lot of people would have.”

Sheila rocked happily; her face plastered with a grin as she continued.

“You weren’t there to meet the bus. I told you that. You didn’t meet me. I went to the Bangor police station. Spencer worked there once. His brother Kyle works there now. I could have gone to the Orono Police Department. That’s where Mason works, but I was already in Bangor.”

“Bangor was the right call,” Spencer interjected with a beatific smile in her direction. “You did everything right. I think you’re very smart to have orchestrated that trip so perfectly.”

Sheila preened under Spencer’s praise, actually turning her head to beam broadly at him and bat her lashes.

Oh, wow.

Now there were two Miers sisters who were smitten with Spencer.

EPILOGUE

Sheila,two months later…

Tabbi and Spencerdidn’t know it, but Sheila had just seen them kissing.

Again.

They did that a lot. But it was okay. They were getting married soon. Tabbi had a big ring. Sheila was going to be her best-lady. She’d wear a pretty dress. Not pink. She’d told Tabbi no pink.

The three of them were currently living in a big apartment in Bangor, with Sheila’s new cat, Rugby, a shelter rescue. They’d named her Rugby because it looked like she’d had a rough life so far; a truncated tail and a torn ear, but she was okay now. She purred a lot.

Sheila and Rugby wouldn’t be living in the apartment much longer. Tabbi and Spencer needed to be alone. They needed to have a life of their own, just like Sheila did.

Sheila had actually found a place all on her own that was perfect.

Well, Ellen Sothard had helped. It was Aunt Ellen—as Sheila had taken to calling her new best friend—who’d cheered her on, driving her to various group home situations that Sheila had researched on line, until they’d found a huge, pretty Victorian that seemed perfect. One that allowed cats. A Victorian was what Aunt Ellen had called the blue pointy house with the purple frosting. A Victorian. It was going to be fun living in a cake.

There were three other people residing there, full time, and a single, rotating care-taker, in case they or Sheila needed help of any kind.

Sheila was already determined that she wouldn’t.

The best part of the new living arrangement that would begin next week, was that Sheila would be able to come and go as she pleased from this house. Not like in Florida where everything had been supervised.

Sheila wasn’t sure exactly how it worked, but this arrangement was some kind of in-between house for people who were on the spectrum. Like her. But it was tailored to people who were also good at functioning on their own. Like her.

Sheila had proven that she could function. She could function very well. Nobody refuted that.

Sheila huffed out a breath and peeked around the corner again into the kitchen where…Uh, huh. They were still kissing.

It wasn’t actually as yucky as Sheila had first thought. It was mostly kind of nice; almost like she was watching on TV. The only gross thing was the tongue-part they did that she caught a glimpse of every now and then.That, she could do without.

She snuck back into the living room and raised her voice to yell.

“You’re going to be late.”

Sheila was waiting for her ride to Camp Venture where Aunt Ellen worked. Tabbi and Spencer weresupposedto be headed toa lawyer’s office to sign papers on a building in Lincoln that was going to be their new rescue-dive headquarters.

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