“Any idea what you’d want to study?” I asked Annie.
“Not really. Which is a bummer because all my friends know. Mia wants to study art. Grace will major in drama. Robbie’s a tech nerd, so he’ll probably invent something amazing.”
“Hopefully saving the world,” Delphine said with a smile.
“What about Tyler?” I asked. “Does he know what he wants to do?”
“You knew I left someone out,” Annie said. “That’s cool.”
I glanced at Delphine, who was watching me, a soft expression in her eyes.
“Tyler’s like me,” Annie said. “We’re obsessed with sports. So who knows. I wish I could play soccer forever.”
“You can,” I said. “It will always be there as a hobby.”
“Or you could coach,” Delphine said.
“But no interest in art?” I asked Annie.
“No, it’s weird, but I have zero talent in that way,” Annie said. “Even though both my parents are artists.”
The pizza came out then and for a while conversation gave way to the more important business of eating. Annie dug into hers, gobbling up two pieces by the time Delphine and I had taken only a few bites of our first slices.
My phone pinged from my pocket. “Sorry, ladies. I should have put it on silent.”
I pulled it out. The notification was from Second Chance.You have a new match.
“Is it a match?” Annie asked, casually, like it was not a big deal at all.
“Yeah, I guess it is,” I said. “My first one.”
“Does she look interesting?” Annie leaned over to look. “Oh my gosh, we know her. Mom, it’s that realtor lady you dislike.”
“Camille Archer?” Delphine asked.
“Yep, that’s her,” Annie said. “Her handle is @AHome4You. That’s kind of clever. Double meaning.”
“Have you met her?” Delphine asked me.
“I think she’s come into the shop before.” I scrolled through her photos. She was blonde and polished, with that shine all realtors seemed to have. “Do you know her well?”
“A little,” Delphine said.
“And?” I asked, amused by her sour expression. “You don’t like her?”
“She’s very pleasant,” Delphine said, in a tone that meant the opposite.
“Is she the one you were so mad about?” Annie asked. “The one who stole the art?”
“She didn’t steal it,” Delphine said. “Not exactly.”
“She tricked the owners into selling it to her for cheap,” Annie explained to me. “Mom went on about it for days.”
“Do tell,” I said.
Delphine flushed, looking embarrassed. “Camille sold the Hartley house last spring. After Eleanor Hartley passed.The family wanted a quick sale and Camille was very accommodating.”
“Accommodating?” I had to laugh. “What does that mean?”
