“By the way, does Andrew still buy that terrible coffee?”
“Every month.”
“Some people never change.”
“No, they don’t.”
She smiled.
For a moment, she looked like the sister I had grown up with.
Then she picked up her handbag and walked toward the front door.
Just before leaving, she turned back.
“Amanda?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you for not giving up on me.”
I felt tears prick my eyes.
“Just promise me something.”
“Anything.”
“Next time your heart gets broken, get a haircut, buy a new outfit, and flirt with a single man.”
She burst out laughing.
“That sounds suspiciously like advice.”
“It is.”
“Fine. But if the single man turns out to be boring, I’m coming back for the coffee.”
“You’re welcome to visit.”
She grinned.
“Good. Because I refuse to live without decent coffee.”
Andrew appeared behind me.
“Then I suggest you buy your own. That stuff isn’t cheap.”
