The extended silence was getting awkward. Jack noticed that Jeanette's tank top revealed lean, muscular arms. Good deltoids, the kind that come only with weight training.
That looked like a conversation opener.
"You work out, Jeanette?"
"Hramm?" She blinked and returned to North America.
Jack cocked his arm in a bodybuilder's pose. "Do you work out?"
She smiled. "I used to, back when I thought that sort of thing was important." A shrug. "Now it seems kind of silly. So many things seem silly now."
Jack could see how being told you were going to die long before your time could change your perspective on just about everything. Especially working out. Not much point to a well-toned body if the next stop was a casket.
"You were at the house last night," she said, staring at him. "Why?"
Pretty damn direct question. How much could he say and not contradict anything Kate might have told her?
"I was just tagging along. Kate was worried about you and doesn't know the city, so I ferried her around."
"Everything's fine now," Jeanette said with a smile. "And getting better every day."
"Great," he said, holding up the open wine bottle. "Can I pour you some?"
Jeanette shook her head. "No, thank you. I don't need that anymore."
Good, he thought. That leaves more for me. And I do need it.
"Do I take it that means you've found a replacement?"
Another smile. "In a way."
Jack hoped this might provide a segue into this cult of hers, but his sister bustled into the kitchen before he could move on it.
"The dip," Kate said, pulling open the refrigerator door. "Hot avocado. Forgot all about it. And yes, Jack, I'll have another glass of that. So will Gia, I'm sure." She shoved a covered dish into the microwave and began jabbing buttons. "Just let me nuke this on reheat for a few minutes to warm it up. There. Now, where's that—?"
"Kate!" Jeanette wailed, her voice a terror-laden plea. "Oh God, Kate, why haven't you done anything?"
Her cry was so abrupt, so heartrending, that Jack nearly dropped the wine bottle. He stared at her agonized features and saw that her earlier remoteness was gone. The woman on the far side of the counter now was reaching out with her eyes, with her hands and arms, panic radiating from every pore.
"Jeanette!" Kate cried, turning Jeanette to face her. "What is it? What's happening!"
"I'm losing, Kate! I can't hold out much longer. Pretty soon there'll be nothing left of me! You've got to help me, Kate!" Her voice rose to a scream. "For God's sake help meV
And then her knees buckled. As she fell against Kate, Jack started around the counter to help but Gia was already there.
"Get her over to the couch!" Gia said.
The three of them helped the barely conscious Jeanette across the room where they stretched her out. Kate placed Jeanette's ankles on the arm rest, positioning them above the level of her head, then took her pulse. Gia ran back to the kitchen and started running water over a dish towel. Jack stood back and watched, a little shaken.
"This is what happened yesterday morning," Kate said. "Jeanette, are you—?"
"What's going on?" Jeanette said, shuddering and starting to sit up.
Kate tried to hold her down. "You had another one of those spells. Just rest for a moment."
"No." She struggled to a sitting position. "That can't be. How did I get over here?"
Jeanette was back to the remote woman Jack had met when he'd arrived; she seemed concerned but not as much as Jack thought she should be.
"We helped you," Gia said. Her face was pale, she looked shaken. "You almost passed out."
"This is the second time now, Jeanette," Kate said. "You can't go on like this. You've got to let Dr. Fielding check you over."
"He's an idiot."
"Then let's see someone else."
"What for? I'm fine." She shook off Kate's hand and rose to her feet. "Everybody just give me some space."
Kate and Gia stepped back.
"Jeanette—"
"Please, Kate, would you ask Jack and Gia to go. I'd like to be alone."
Kate blinked. "Do… do you want me to leave too?"
"No, of course not. This is your home too." She turned to Jack. "I'm sorry. It was nice meeting you both. I know we'll meet again soon."
She turned and headed for a doorway at the far end of the room.
"I don't know what to say," Kate said when the door closed behind Jeanette. "She did this yesterday morning, and now again…"
"For a few moments there," Gia said, "she seemed like another person."
"A terrified one," Jack added.
Kate nodded. "I know. A true multiple personality disorder is so rare it's almost nonexistent… but I don't know how else to explain this."
"And why does she refuse to see a doctor?" Jack said. "If I'd just become another person for a few minutes and didn't remember it, I'd be on the phone demanding an appointment yesterday."
"Look," Kate said. "Why don't you two go on. I'm really sorry about this but—"
"Not your fault, Kate. Why don't you come out and catch a bite with us?"
"No. I should stay here in case she needs me. You two go ahead." She hugged Gia and kissed her cheek. "It was wonderful meeting you." Then she turned to Jack and hugged him.
He wrapped his arms around his sister and held her close. Had he ever done this? He couldn't remember. If not, he shouldn't have waited this long. It felt good, and would have felt better if not for a nagging fear for her.
"You're sure you don't want to come along?"
She stepped back and nodded. "I'll be fine. Call me tomorrow."
Jack didn't feel right about leaving her but didn't see any options. He opened the door.
"Okay. I will. First thing. And you have my home phone number. If you need me, you call, no matter what the hour."
In the kitchen the microwave oven dinged. The avocado dip was ready.