The Sky Is Falling

"Right." Then Matt added, "Elliot Cromwell has been asking about you. He wants you to take care of yourself."

"That's two of us," Dana replied.

When Kemal arrived home from school, Dana was waiting for him. Kemal was wearing his new arm, and it seemed to Dana that he appeared to be much calmer.

"You're back." He gave her a hug.

"Hello, darling. I've missed you. How was school?"

"Not bad. How was your trip?"

"It was fine. I brought something back for you." She handed Kemal a Native American handwoven satchel and a pair of leather moccasins she had picked up in Aspen. The next part was difficult. "Kemal, I'm afraid I'm going to have to go away again for a few days."

Dana braced herself for his reaction, but all Kemal said was "Okay."

No sign of an outburst.

"I'll bring you back a nice present."

"One for every day you're away?"

Dana smiled. "You're supposed to be in seventh grade, not law school."

He was comfortably settled in an armchair, with the television set on and a scotch in his hand. On the screen, Dana and Kemal were at the dinner table and Mrs. Daley was serving what looked like an Irish stew.

"This is delicious," Dana said.

"Thank you. I'm glad you like it."

"I told you she was a good cook," Kemal said.

It was like being in the same room with them, he thought, instead of watching them from the apartment next door.

"Tell me about school," Dana said.

"I like my new teachers. My math teacher is tight..."

"That's great."

"The boys are a lot nicer at this school. They think my new arm is rad."

"I'll bet they do."

"One of the girls in my class is really pretty. I think she likes me. Her name is Lizzy."

"Do you like her, darling?"

"Yeah. She's phat."

He's growing up, Dana thought with an unexpected pang. When it was time, Kemal went to bed and Dana walked into the kitchen to see Mrs. Daley.

"Kemal seems so...so peaceful. I can't tell you how appreciative I am," Dana said.

"You're doingme a favor." Mrs. Daley smiled. "It's like having one of my own children back. They're all grown now, you know. Kemal and I are having a grand time."

"I'm glad."

Dana waited up until midnight, and when Jeff still had not called, she went to bed. She lay there wondering what Jeff was doing, whether he was making love to Rachel, and she was ashamed of herself for her thoughts.

The man in the next apartment reported in. "All quiet."

Her cell phone rang.

"Jeff, darling. Where are you?"

"I'm at Doctors Hospital in Florida. The mastectomy is over. The oncologist is still running tests."

"Oh, Jeff! I hope it hasn't spread."

"I hope so, too. Rachel wants me to stay with her for a few days. I wanted to ask you if - "

"Of course. You must."

"It will only be for a little while. I'll call Matt and tell him. Anything exciting going on there?"

For an instant Dana was tempted to tell Jeff about Aspen and that she was going ahead with the investigation. He has enough on his mind. "No," Dana said. "All quiet."

"Give my love to Kemal. The rest is for you."

Jeff replaced the receiver. A nurse came up to him.

"Mr. Connors? Dr. Young would like to see you."

"The operation went well," Dr. Young told Jeff, "but she will need a lot of emotional support. She is going to feel less of a woman. When she wakes up, she'll be panicky. You have to let her know that it's all right to be afraid."

"I understand," Jeff said.

"And her fear and depression are going to start all over again when we begin radiation treatments to try to stop the spread of the cancer. That can be very traumatic."

Jeff sat there, thinking about what lay ahead.

"Does she have someone to take care of her?"

"Me." And as Jeff said it, he realized he was the only one Rachel had.

The Air France flight to Nice was uneventful. Dana turned on her laptop computer to reexamine the information she had collected so far. Provocative, but certainly not conclusive. Proof, Dana thought. There is no story without proof. If I can  -

"Nice flight, isn't it?"

Dana turned to the man seated next to her. He was tall and attractive and had a French accent.

"Yes, it is."

"Have you been to France before?"

"No," Dana said. "This is my first time."

He smiled. "Ah, you are in for a treat. It is a magical country." He smiled soulfully and leaned close to her. "Do you have friends to show you around?"

"I'm meeting my husband and three children," Dana said.

"Dommage."He nodded, turned away, and picked up his copy ofFrance-Soir.

Dana went back to her computer. An article caught her eye. Paul Winthrop, who had died in an automobile accident, had had a hobby.

Racing cars.

When the Air France plane landed at the Nice airport, Dana went into the busy terminal to the car-rental office. "My name is Dana Evans. I have a - "

The clerk looked up. "Ah! Miss Evans. Your car is ready." He handed her a form. "Just sign this."

Now that's real service, Dana thought. "I'll need a map of the south of France. Would you happen to - ?"

"Of course, mademoiselle. " He reached behind the counter and selected a map. "Voila." He stood there watching Dana leave.

In the executive tower of WTN, Elliot Cromwell was saying, "Where is Dana now, Matt?"