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"Are you going to have to do that, Sandy?" It didn't bode well for Andy if Lily's friend was already looking for an out.

"I hope not, but neither one of them has been around a child before, let alone a child who's spent a lot of time in the system. I don't want their decision to do this to come back and bite them in the ass." Sandy had never pulled a punch in her life.

"I think I'm going to recommend a few changes to the bedroom upstairs," Sandy started, walking towards the stairs to lay out her plan.

Lily and Anna followed dutifully while Suzanne made herself at home in the family room in front of their state-of-the-art entertainment center.

At the top of the landing, the social worker stopped and asked, "Which room are you thinking of putting him in?"

On the left side was the master suite; to the right were two smaller bedrooms, connected by a bathroom. Straight ahead were French doors leading to a large balcony that spanned the back of the house.

"Maybe that one," Anna gestured toward the room farthest from theirs. "I was just thinking that the balcony might not be safe," she explained. Indeed, the open railings would pose a risk to a very small child.

"Good thinking," Sandy congratulated, walking to the far bedroom. "I think you should get a twin bed for in here. Kids, especially little ones, feel more secure in a smaller bed. And if you're going to have to put this bed in storage anyway, maybe you should get some other pieces that are more… kid sized."

This room held the bedroom suite from Lily's apartment, the first pieces of furniture she'd ever bought new. Sandy and Suzanne had stayed in this room when their house was being painted.

"If you want to move this furniture over to the other room, we can put that other stuff in storage," Anna offered.

"Are you kidding? That one in there was your grandmother's bed, Anna. This is just… functional. As far as I'm concerned, we can pack it off to the women's shelter." Lily was sentimental about people, not things.

"Okay, that's settled," Sandy concluded with satisfaction, taking a quick look at the bathroom to make certain it was safe for a small child. "Now you guys are going to have to decide what to do about the pool. I would suggest something simple, like flip locks up high on those French doors in the back." The women walked back downstairs to the kitchen. "Of course, you'll have to make sure he doesn't try to crawl through the doggie door," she added, suddenly cracking up at the image. "Can you imagine?"

The blonde shot the dark-haired woman a warning look that told her not to go there.

"Suzanne, can I get you anything?" Anna disappeared into the family room before she lost her composure.

* * *

Surprisingly, there had been no word from John Moss. Lily had tracked the overnight package, confirming its delivery this morning. Perhaps he was out of the office today, she reasoned.

Leftovers were on tap for tonight, as Anna had called to say she would be late.

"Ready for dinner, you handsome boy?"

Chester lumbered to his feet and thumped his tail.

"Huh? You ready for dinner, handsome boy?" She was infinitely relieved that no one had heard her slip up and say that twice.

Chester sat by his water dish as she prepared his bowl. Lily scraped the foul smelling food from the can and chopped it up with a spoon. "Here you go, boy."

Scratching her nose, Lily discovered to her disgust that a morsel of Chester's dinner had stuck to her finger, and was now smeared across her nostril. "Ewwww!"

Quickly grabbing a paper towel, Lily blew her nose and sniffed, the malodorous brown meal somehow pushed deeper into her nasal cavity. Lily blew again and again, but the odor persisted.

The ringing phone mercifully distracted her senses.

"Hello."

"I have a surprise for you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes. But if you want it, you have to go into the family room and sit on the couch with your eyes closed until I tell you to open them."

"Sounds kinky."

"No, it isn't kinky at all." Anna chuckled at her private joke.

"So when do you want me to do this?"

"Well, I'm pulling into the driveway, so right now would be good."

Lily walked into the family room and sat on the couch, picking up the sound of Anna's car pulling into the garage. She had no idea on earth what her lover could be bringing.

"Close your eyes tight. I'll tell you when you can open them."

"Okay." Lily clicked the phone off as she got the dial tone, closing her eyes as she leaned back on the couch. The door opened and she heard Anna walk in.

"You can open them now."

Lily opened her eyes and blinked, expecting to see something in her partner's hand. Tracking now to her lover's face, she took in the stunning surprise.

"You cut your hair!"

Anna smiled almost bashfully as her lover appraised the new do. It wasn't short, but the long locks were gone. Her full style barely brushed the tops of her shoulders, the wispy bangs tickling her eyebrows.

"Anna, I can't believe it. It's… gorgeous!" Lily jumped up to see the back and sides. "What made you do this?"

"Jackie's been after me to do it for awhile, every time I go in for a trim. I figured, you know, I'd been wearing it the same way for the past six years. It was time for a change."

"Well, I love it. Really. It's beautiful."

Relieved, the tall woman wrapped her arms around her lover. Leaning in for a kiss, she suddenly stopped and sniffed, her face contorting. "Honey, you smell like… dog food."

Lily sighed. "I got some of Chester's food in my nose," she groaned.

"What on earth were you doing to get dog food in your nose?"

"Stop it!" She playfully slapped Anna's shoulder. "I'm going to have to take a whole shower to get rid of that smell."

"I still can't imagine how you did that."

"You want supper?"

"I'll just get a sandwich. Any word about Andy?"

"No, nothing. I guess John was busy today." Lily headed into the kitchen to fix her lover's favorite, peanut butter and jelly.

"Do you think there was a problem?"

"I don't know, babe. Everything was in order on our end, I think, so if there was a problem it was with Kristy." Lily didn't even want to think about that. "You want to see the new room?"

"They delivered everything today?"

"Sure did."

The women had visited a furniture store on Sunday, selecting a child's suite that included not one but two twin beds; a small desk and chair; a chest of drawers; and a tall cabinet, which had drawers and shelves on one side, and a place to hang clothes on the other. The salesman had explained that the latter piece would leave the closet free for toys. On that note, Anna's impulse drive kicked in, and she bought a large toy box as well.

The distinct ring of Lily's phone sounded as she was showing her partner the room.

"Be right back."

Anna walked from one piece to the other, running her fingers along the smooth wood. The simple pinstriped bedspreads were folded down to reveal dark blue sheets. She could picture Jonah in this room, playing with toys from the toy box. It was a good room for a little boy, and when her nephew ran away from home, he could always come here.

Anna turned out the lights and followed the sound of her lover's voice to their bedroom, where Lily sat on the bed with the phone pressed to her ear.

"Yes, the 7:05 is fine."

What?

"Returning at six… book those please." Lily reached into the drawer of the nightstand for the organizer she kept on hand. Reciting the credit card number and billing address, she completed the reservation. "Thank you."

"You have to go back to San Francisco." Anna put it together easily.

Lily nodded grimly. "Tomorrow. Kristy wants to meet her sister."

CHAPTER 11

"ITELL YOU, Southwest Airlines might be just a taxicab in the sky, but at least they know how to get the goddamn doors open!"

Lily nodded knowingly at the businessman as they all cooled their heels waiting for a gate agent to drive the jet bridge to the plane's door.

"What? They weren't expecting us?" another man groused.

"Oh, Marge, look who dropped in! It's a planeload of people!" the first mimicked sarcastically.

As they had taxied to the gate, the pilot boasted of their early arrival into San Francisco International; a clear mistake given the fact that no one was available to greet them. No one anywhere had ever actually arrived early, Lily guessed.

Passengers watched through the small windows as the jet bridge finally moved toward the plane, backing up twice so that it actually aligned with the plane's door. By this time, most on board were willing to leap across a four-foot gap, baggage and all.

Lily spotted the familiar Honda in the passenger pick-up line, feeling guilty at the number of passes Moss must have made in this traffic.

"Hi. Sorry I'm late."

Moss handed her a cup. "Me too. Your coffee won't be as hot."

"Bless you!" Airplane coffee was possibly the worst.

"There's a preliminary hearing first thing this morning. Her PD says we should be able to get in to see her right after that. He wants to get this out of the way." Kristy's public defender was irate that his client hadn't just signed the forms. He needed to have her focused.

"So where are we headed now?"

"I thought we'd hang out at the courthouse, then walk over to the jail when it's over. What's all that?" he asked, gesturing at the briefcase she carried.

"Work. Case files. I have to be in court tomorrow for placement hearings on eight kids. I thought I could finish prepping these on the plane."

"We can probably find a quiet bench at the courthouse if you want to work while we wait."

The attorney had already tried working on the way up, but her mind kept wandering to the meeting with her sister. Unable to concentrate, she'd finally put the folders away.

"Do you think we could slip into the courtroom for the hearing? I mean, I know it depends on what they're talking about, but if it's open, would you mind if we went in?"

"You want to get a look at her, huh?"

Since she'd gotten the call from Moss the night before, Lily had played out the jailhouse scene a hundred times in her head. What would she say to this stranger? Would she feel a connection as the woman's sister? Would she even want to?

"I just think it would be easier to face her at the jail if it wasn't the first time."

"I don't have any idea what she's going to want from you. But if you don't mind some advice, I'd suggest that you try to limit the discussion to Andy. That's what this is all about."

That certainly simplified it. If she could just go in and convince the woman that Andy would be better off living with her in LA, they'd be done. The attorney had been doing just that sort of thing for other children for seven years. But it had never mattered this much.

Moss reached the parking garage and began the circular climb, finally finding a narrow space on the seventh level. At the main door, they passed through the metal detectors and Lily submitted to a search of her briefcase. Elevators took them to the third floor, the criminal court division of San Francisco County, where Judge Madeline Wostyk had been assigned to the Graves case.

Moss gave the tall varnished door a gentle tug and to his surprise, it gave way. Both could see that the door opened at the side of the courtroom, rather than at the back. Their entrance would not go unnoticed.

Taking a deep breath, Lily entered shaking, immediately meeting the expectant green eyes of her younger sister, seated at the defendants' table alongside her attorney and the man Lily recognized as Kenneth McGinnis. Hurriedly taking a seat in a row near the back, the small blonde positioned herself behind a taller man who would shield her from Kristy's view. Sliding in beside her, Moss casually patted her knee as a gesture of support.

Seeing her sister in person for the first time had been a rush. There was simply no other way to describe the sensation. Lily's heart had quickened noticeably as redness crept up her neck. To a woman who was not easily intimidated, the emotion was incomprehensible.

To calm her nerves, the attorney turned her attention to more comfortable ground; in this case, to the matters of the court.

Today, there was no evidence or argument. Judge Wostyk was ruling on several preliminary motions, including whether or not to allow cameras in the courtroom. The case had sparked national interest, as Peyton Graves had served on several business and philanthropic boards. His threatened candidacy for governor had become the model for strong-arming politicians to remember their extreme constituencies. Recognizing this interest, and dismissing out of hand the argument that the case could possibly become more sensationalized, the judge ruled that cameras would be allowed, but under the usual guarded conditions.

Wostyk then handed the prosecution a victory, allowing all of the physical evidence that had been gathered thus far to be admitted during the trial. The public defender had sought to suppress first the pawn tickets and items from the Graves home, which he argued were discovered in an illegal search; and all subsequent discovery of blood and DNA, as they would not have been obtained without benefit of the aforementioned items. Only the murder weapon was left unchallenged.

Moss discreetly approached the bailiff's desk with a business card, asking that it be passed on to the public defender. Lily squirmed uncomfortably as she watched the attorney speak softly to her sister before both turned to look her way.

In a final proclamation from the bench, the trial date was confirmed for a week from Monday. There was no gag order in place, so the parties were free to posture for the press. Four deputies stood to escort the handcuffed prisoners back to the jail.

"You ready for this?" Moss asked.

With a single nod of her head, the attorney grimly walked into the hallway. "How far is the jail?"

"Just a couple of blocks. Let me go firm this up, and I'll be right back." Moss walked back inside to the defense table and spoke briefly with the public defender, who gave his approval.

Kristy's public defender had identified Lilian Stuart as an attorney so that she wouldn't have to wait until evening visitor hours. He was very eager to have this out of the way, and quietly, as negative press about a neglected child would reflect poorly on his client.

Security at the jailhouse was much tighter than it had been at the courthouse. Lily placed her small handbag in her briefcase, leaving it with Moss as she proceeded through a physical search. The San Francisco County Jail wasn't much different from the one in LA, she thought. Following a guard into the gated elevator, then through two locked checkpoints, she finally reached the area set aside for attorney-client consultations.

A simple table stretched across the width of the small room, two chairs on each side. Lily sat with her back to the windowed door, forcefully calming her jagged nerves with peaceful thoughts: the LA beach at night, the San Gabriel Mountains… The sound of the opening door brought a tingling to her spine. It was time.

The deputy escorted the prisoner to a chair on the opposite side of the table, explaining in an official monotone the procedures for the visit. Kristy would remain seated at all times. When Lily was ready to depart, she would knock on the door. A deputy would be posted directly outside the door, peering in from time to time.

Finally alone, the women silently appraised one another, both fascinated at the facial resemblance. More incongruous were the dissimilarities: Kristy was thin and frail, with an almost white complexion. Lily was muscular, her tanned face and arms evidence of her outdoor life. Lily was a natural blonde; it was difficult to discern Kristy's natural color. Since her arrest, her hair was a dull red, almost burgundy, with lighter roots. Tough to get the Clairol in here, Lily surmised.

"So you're my big sister," Kristy started.

"So it would appear."

Kristy smirked, folding her arms across her chest. "Guess Mother had some secrets."

"Lisa Parker went to jail when I was four years old and I was put up for adoption by the state." After all these years–and last year's cleansing visit to the cocktail lounge where her mother worked–the bitterness about the circumstances surrounding her adoption was gone. Had she not been separated from Lisa Parker, she might well be wearing an orange jumpsuit too. "But just so you know, you're not the only one surprised here. I… had no idea you existed until I saw you on TV."

"I was on TV?" Kristy seemed amused, even proud.

Lily didn't answer, not sure how to address the woman's silliness.

"How did you know it was me? I mean, that I was your sister?"

"Well, first of all was the physical resemblance. Then when they said your name was Parker, I was pretty sure. So I had somebody I knew at social services look you up."

"Social services," she sneered. "What is it they call that? An oxymoron?"

Lily waited for the woman to elaborate, but apparently she felt her statement said it all.

"Lilian… I bet they call you Lily because it's cute."

"As a matter of fact, they do."

"Lilian Stuart. Lily Stuart. Little Lily Stuart." Kristy mocked her sister's name. "So what was it like growing up with the Stuarts? Lots of brothers and sisters around the Christmas tree, I bet."

"No, it wasn't like that at all." How much did she want to tell this woman who seemed to resent her very existence? "I was adopted by my first grade teacher. It was just the two of us."

"Ah, a teacher's kid. And now a lawyer." Kristy was back to her amused tone. "Ironic, isn't it? You are a lawyer. I have a lawyer… Say, how about you being my lawyer?"

"Sorry. Criminal law isn't my thing." I wish I could have been your lawyer 20 years ago.

Silence hung for several moments as Lily weighed whether to broach the subject of Andy herself, or wait until Kristy satisfied her curiosities.

"So why do want Andres?" Now the prisoner's tone had turned suspicious.

"Because he needs a place to live where somebody will care about him." That was the easiest answer, and Lily hoped that Kristy would just accept it.

"I'm told he's doing okay. That's what the social worker says anyway."

"Andy is okay. He's safe. He has a comfortable bed. He gets three meals a day, but nobody cares whether he likes his food or not. Nobody cares that he spends the night on the couch because he keeps the others awake with his asthma. Nobody cares about much of anything, as long as he doesn't misbehave."

"Why do you care?"

Lily knew she was going to have to answer this question carefully, as the naked truth–that without more caring intervention, Andy might end up in this very jail–might trigger a defensive or hostile response.

"Kristy, I… I don't know what it was like for you at home when you were growing up. I remember some things about when I was there–not a whole lot–but I've read some of the social workers' reports and the court proceedings. The bottom line is that our mother didn't take very good care of me." That was Part One.

Shifting uncomfortably in her chair, Lily continued. "When they took me away from her for good, I lived in about seven different places before Eleanor Stuart took me home. There isn't a day that I don't look back on that and think of it as the luckiest day of my life. It was the first day I can remember getting a hug from a grownup." That was Part Two.

Kristy was listening, but she wouldn't make eye contact with her sister. No doubt she was thinking of her own life with Lisa Parker.

"I went to see Andy at his foster home a couple of weeks ago. He was very shy when I first got there, but after a while, he played with me. He talked to me and he showed off; and when I left, I asked him for a hug. I don't know why, but I got the idea that he hadn't had one in a very long time. That's when I decided that I wanted him to come live with me. Kristy, he's a wonderful little boy. And he deserves to have somebody care about him." And that was Part Three.

The redhead continued to stare at the floor, masking whatever emotion simmered under the surface.

"I never hurt him, not once."

This was the opening Lily had needed. "But somebody did, Kristy. And you did what was best for him then, giving him up so he'd be safe. I'm asking you to do what's best for him now. Let me take him back to LA."

"Who's Anna Kaklis?"

Shit! "She's my partner."

If Kristy were at all surprised, she didn't show it. Most likely, she had read the documents carefully–what else did she have to do?–and had already realized that her sister was gay. "Is she a lawyer too?"

"No, she sells cars."

"She must be pretty good at it. Nearly half a million a year?"

And that's just her salary, kiddo! "It's family money. They own a few dealerships." It wasn't exactly a lie, now that Anna had completed her stock distribution to include David, Kim and herself.

"Well I'd say you sure landed on your feet."

The resentment had returned to the prisoner's voice. Lily needed to bring her back to the issue at hand.

"So will you sign the papers for Andy?"

"I'll think about it." The wheels were already turning in Kristy's head. Andres was the only thing she had that someone actually wanted. If she and Kenny beat this, like he kept saying they would if they both kept their mouths shut, Lily and her partner might be willing to give them money for the "privilege" of keeping her child. And if they didn't beat it, she didn't give a flying fuck what happened to anybody else. "I'm through here. Call the guard."

* * *

Lily emerged from the secure building feeling as though she'd made her best case. Andy's fate would ultimately come down to what kind of person his mother was.

"How'd it go?" Moss asked. Lily's face was unreadable.

"She's going to think about it… whatever that means."

"That's probably a good sign. If she didn't come right out and say no, I think her attorney will keep the pressure on her over the next few days."

Lily nodded pensively. "Maybe you're right. Listen, would you excuse me for just a couple of minutes. I need to make a phone call."

"Sure."

The attorney removed her cell phone from the compartment inside her briefcase and walked across the courtyard to a bench. When all she wanted was to leave a message for Anna, she would dial the direct number to her office. But when she needed to speak to her partner, she called the receptionist. Carmen always knew where her boss was.

The car dealer took the call in the empty conference room. "This is Anna Kaklis."

"Hi, sweetheart."

"Lily! How did it go?"

"Okay, I guess. It was pretty weird, though."

"What did she say? About Andy, I mean," she asked anxiously. In other words, was Lily bringing home a small child tonight or not?

"She said she'd think about it. I honestly don't know what she's going to do."

Anna could hear the disappointment in her partner's voice. "I'm sorry sweetheart. I know how much you wanted this." If Lily was her usual self, she wouldn't talk about it all once she got home. "So you're going to head on back here?"

"Yeah, I'll probably get a cab as soon as I finish up with John. Listen, I was thinking about something on the way up here, and after the way things went with Kristy, I wanted to call you."

"What is it, hon?"

"I… I was thinking about what would happen if she said no, you know, how I would feel about it. Now that I've actually seen her, I'm pretty sure I'd be very disappointed, probably even angry. But if I get that way, Anna, I don't want you to ever think that it's because what we have isn't enough for me. It is enough. You're the only thing in the world I really need."

Anna was deeply moved by her partner's declaration. She knew in her heart that Lily somehow needed this child too, but that need was for Andy alone, not because she needed to fill a gap in her life.

"Sweetheart… I love you too." That said it all. "So what time will you be home?"

"I'll probably go into the office for a couple of hours to get ready for tomorrow. Maybe we'll just order a pizza tonight. Okay?"

"That's a deal. Safe travels." Anna started to hang up. "Oh, and Lily? It'll work out, baby. If she says no this time, we'll just try something else."

God I love that woman! Lily closed her eyes and said a silent "thank you" that Anna Kaklis was in her life.

* * *

Chester announced the arrival of his taller mistress as Lily was putting the finishing touches on their Friday night dinner.

"Lily? Holly's here," Anna called from the family room.

"Hey! I haven't seen you in a while." Lily followed the excited dog in to greet the new arrivals. Holly was the sales manager at Premier BMW, and Chester's dog sitter when she and Anna went out of town. "How about joining us for dinner? We've got plenty. I'll just add another plate."

"No, I can't stay. Ravi's fixing chicken curry tonight." Holly's new husband taught physics at Loyola Marymount. In a joking way, Anna had tried to warn her about those professor types.

"She needs to borrow Chester this weekend," Anna explained. "Is that alright with you?"

Lily was perplexed. "Of course, but why anyone would need a basset hound–especially this one–is beyond me." Oblivious to the insult, the hound presented his soft white stomach for scratches.

"Didn't Anna tell you? We got a new Labrador, and he's driving us nuts. We thought maybe he could use a calming influence. If this works out, we may go to the shelter and pick out an older dog."

"You got a Labrador? I always thought you'd get a dachshund." The blonde was going somewhere with this, but Anna couldn't tell where.

"A dachshund?" Holly repeated gullibly. "Why did you think that?"

"Well, you being from Texas and all."

Neither Anna nor Holly could make the connection.

"Why would my being from Texas mean I'd get a dachshund?"

"Aren't you guys always telling people to get a long little doggie?" Lily stepped back quickly from the swat that would accompany her partner's groan.

"Oh, Ravi's going to love that one," Holly grinned. At least someone appreciated Lily's brand of humor.

"What if you left Chester and took Lily?" Anna suggested.

"Oh, right! Can you imagine what my dog would be like by Monday?"

Lily retrieved Chester's leash and three cans of his food. "Just make sure the learning process only goes one way, Holly. We don't have any use for a basset hound that acts like a Labrador. If you ruin him, you keep him."

Chester happily dashed out the door to the waiting convertible. The dog had no loyalty.

"What's for dinner?"

"Mmmm… something you like."

Anna spotted the spread on the table first. "Tapas!"

Lily had set out a wheel of brie, Anna's favorite tapenade, a small slab of smoked salmon, and a thinly sliced seeded baguette. As the car dealer took a seat, she added the final dish.

"You made gazpacho!" In the center of the chilled bowl was a tower of finely chopped peppers, tomatoes and onions, with a scoop of guacamole on top. "When did you have time to do all this?"