“Is she dangerous?”

“No. She’s not that proactive. Hell, she usually loses to the other hand. She’s just… cantankerous and strange. Like everything else here.”

“Well, your month is almost over,” North said briskly. “Congratulations for sticking it out for three weeks.”

“Thank you,” Andie said coldly, prepared to bitch if he said “bolter” again.

“If the place is getting to you and you want to leave early, you can. I’ve found another nanny. She seems very-”

“What?” Andie said, jerked out of her annoyance.

“The next nanny. She’s coming out the first of next week to meet the kids, so if you want to leave early, I’ll tell her that’s when she starts.”

He went on, explaining the nanny’s educational background, all her sterling qualifications, and Andie watched Alice and Carter talk over their hamburgers, and thought about telling them that there’d be somebody new moving in to teach them, that she’d be leaving them alone again in all that weirdness.

Get out, every instinct she had said. Get out now. You hate it here, and the kids don’t like you, and the new nanny is more qualified than you are anyway. She does math.

“So she’ll be there Monday afternoon-”

“I’m staying,” Andie said, and there was a long silence before North spoke.

“For how long?”

“Until I can figure out a way to get them to Columbus. I’ll stay until they move in with you, and then Will and I will be in Columbus, and I can still see them and… help with the butterfly garden. Or whatever.” The instinct in her that was saying Run away was still there, just not so loud. She’d only been there three weeks. It hadn’t been that bad. It wouldn’t take that long to figure out what was going on and get them to Columbus. She’d have them out by Thanksgiving. Christmas at the latest. “Lose the nanny. I’m staying.”

After a long minute, North said, “All right. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Andie said, and then hung up, thinking, I’m sure Will won’t mind. Much. Especially if she never mentioned that she’d told North there might be a next time for them. Because there wasn’t going to be. She loved Will.

Then she called him to give him the news that she was staying, and he minded. A lot. “I’m coming down there,” he said when she told him she’d be there for at least another month. “I miss you, and I can write anywhere.”

“No.”

“Why?”

Oh, hell. “Because the people here think I’m still married to North. If you show up, I’m going to have some explaining to do.”

“Did he tell them that?”

“No, I did. He was as surprised as you are.”

“I don’t think ‘surprised’ really describes how I feel. What the hell, Andie?”

“Look, I’m starting to make progress with the kids, it’s just another month-”

“Is he there? Is he there pretending to be married, too?”

“No, of course not. He has a law practice, he’s not going to come down here and play house. Especially in this place. It’s creepy.”

“Can’t you bring the kids up here?”

“That’s what I’m working on. I’m hoping I can do it before Thanksgiving, definitely by Christmas.”

“Christmas?”

Andie felt a tug on her skirt and looked down to see Alice standing in front of her, ketchup on her chin. She pulled the chiffon out of Alice’s hands before any tomato got transferred and said, “What?”

“Can I have two ice creams?”

“No. That’s greedy. You can have one cone.”

“Andie,” Will said.

“Just a minute,” she told him as Alice said, “I want a big cone,” her usual calculating gleam in her eye.

“The last time you got a big cone, the top fell off. Wouldn’t you rather have a medium and keep the ice cream?”

“It won’t fall off this time. That one was a bad cone.”

“Okay, fine, big cone. You’ve got ketchup on your chin. Hold still.” Andie licked her thumb and wiped the ketchup smear off Alice. “I’ll be over in a minute to pay for your cone. Tell Carter he can have one, too.”

“Okay,” Alice said, and went back to Carter, yelling, “Andie says we can have cones. Big ones.”

“Okay, sorry about that,” Andie said to Will, licking the ketchup off her thumb.

“You sound just like a mother,” Will said, his voice softer now.

“More like a wrangler,” Andie said, looking after Alice’s straight little back.

“Ready to have some kids of our own?”

“What?” Andie looked at the phone. “I don’t want kids. Didn’t we have this conversation?”

“Yeah, but you’re a natural, Andie. I can hear it in your voice.”

“That’s exhaustion, which is probably about the only thing I have in common with real mothers. I’m not sleeping well here.”

“That’s because you’re sleeping alone. I’ll come down and-”

“And have sex with me? Somebody’s gonna notice that, Will. I will not be committing fake adultery. I’ll be back in a month. We’ll have an orgy then.”

Will sighed. “I don’t like any of this. You were supposed to be home next week. I miss you.”

Andie kept her eye on Alice, standing on tiptoe in front of the Dairy Queen window. “I have to go now.”

“I love you,” Will said.

“I love you, too,” Andie said, frowning as Alice took a towering cone from the counter girl. “I’ll-oh, for crying out loud.”

Alice began to scream.

“What?”

“Alice dropped her ice cream. I told her-”

Alice screamed louder.

“I’m coming, knock it off, Alice! Will, I have to go.”

“Call me-” Will began as she hung up the phone to go rescue Alice.

“Stop it,” she said to the little girl. “Stop crying and I will fix it. Keep crying and we’re going to the car. You cannot shriek every time something goes wrong, you have to fix it, Alice. Screaming doesn’t do any good.” Alice kept screaming, and Andie looked up at the counter girl. “Give us another large cone, please. And a cup.” When the girl handed the ice cream over, Andie paid her and took the cone, upended it into the cup, and stuck a spoon in it. “Here,” she said to Alice, “try not to wear most of it, please.”

Alice stopped screaming and took the cup. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Andie said, and Alice began to demolish her ice cream. “Alice, next time there’s a problem, just ask, okay? If you can’t fix it, I will.”

Alice licked her spoon, transferring chocolate ice cream to her nose, narrowly avoiding dragging the end of the stocking that drooped down from her topknot through the cup. Andie tied the stocking up higher as Alice said, “You’re not gonna be here.”

“Yes I am.” Andie gave the stocking a last tug. “You have chocolate on your nose.”

“Carter says you’re leaving on Halloween.”

Andie looked back at Carter who met her eyes without expression. “No, I’m staying with you. The only way I leave is if you leave.”

Alice licked up more ice cream from her cup. “How long are you staying?”

“As long as it takes,” Andie said.

“Uh-huh.” The little girl stabbed her ice cream with her spoon, looking mutinous again.

“Okay, how about this,” Andie said. “I will bet you one of your necklaces that I will stay with you until you don’t need me anymore.” That seemed safe; she was pretty sure that Alice thought she didn’t need her now.

Alice tilted her head. “What if that’s forever?”

“Then I’ll stay forever,” Andie said, feeling a clutch of panic in her stomach. Forever.

“What do I get if you don’t stay?”

“What do you want?”

Alice thought about it. “Ice cream.”

“You’ll get that anyway, Alice. Think of something big.”

Alice tilted her head again, thinking hard as her ice cream melted, the striped stocking on her topknot sliding to the side of her head. “That skirt,” she said finally, nodding at Andie.

“My skirt?” Andie swished the blue-green chiffon, watching the turquoise sequins sparkle in the sunlight. Flo gets it right again, she thought, and said, “You’re on. What do I get? One of your necklaces?”