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like it to me."

"We're making progress."

"Good. I've got dinner out on the veranda. Spock sends his regards as he's dining at home this evening."

"Dinner? Listen, I-"

"You have to eat. So do I." He grabbed her hand, pulled her out. "We've got my secondary specialty."

She stared at the paper plates and cups, the bottle of wine and the can of Coke. And in the center of the folding table sat a dish of macaroni and cheese.

"You made mac and cheese?"

"Yeah, I did. That is, I put the package in the microwave and programmed according to directions. It's mac and cheese if you aren't too fussy." He poured some wine in a paper cup. "And the wine'll help it along."

"You're not having wine."

"That's 'cause I like the nuked version just fine, and I'm driving you to the hospital."

A hot meal, companionship. Help. All offered, she thought, without a need for asking. "You don't have to do that, do this."

He pulled her chair out, nudged her into it. "It's more satisfying to do something you don't have to do."

"Why are you?" She looked up, into his eyes. "Why are you doing this for me?"

"You know what, Cilla, I'm not entirely sure. But..." He pressed his lips to her forehead before he sat. "I believe you matter."

She clutched her hands in her lap as he scooped out two heaping spoons of the macaroni and cheese onto her plate. Then, to clear her throat, she took a sip of wine. "That's the second thing you've said to me today no one else ever has."

Those eyes of his lifted, zeroed in on hers. "No one ever told you you mattered?"

"Maybe Steve. In different words, in different ways. But no, not just that way."

"You do. Go on and eat. That stuff gets cold, it turns to cement."

"The second thing-or the first, actually, that you said to me today was you wouldn't leave me alone."

He only looked at her, and she couldn't tell if it was pity or understanding, or simply patience, on his face. Whatever it was, she knew it was exactly what she needed. And so much what she'd never expected to find.

"I guess you meant it, because here you are." She stabbed up a forkful, slid it into her mouth and smiled around it. "It's terrible. Thanks," she said and stabbed another bite.

"You're welcome."

THERE WAS NO CHANGE when they arrived at the hospital, and no change when they left hours later. Cilla slept with the phone clutched in her hand, willing it to ring, willing the on-duty nurse to call to tell her Steve was awake and lucid.

But no call came. The dreams did.

SHENANDOAH VALLEY 1960

"This is how it looked, the first time I saw it. My little farm."

In red capri pants, a white shirt tied at the midriff and white Keds, Janet strolled arm in arm with Cilla. Janet's sunshine hair bounced in a jaunty ponytail.

"Of course, that's not true-exactly-as when I first came here there were the trailers, the lights, the cables, the trucks. The city we make on locations. You know."

"Yes, I know."

"But we're looking through that now. As I did then. What do you see?"

"A pretty house, with simple lines. A family home with wide, welcoming porches with old rocking chairs where you can sit and do absolutely nothing. Sweet little gardens and big shade trees."

"Keep going."

"The big red barn, and oh! Horses in the paddock!" Cilla rushed over to the paddock fence, thrilled with the breeze that fluttered through her hair and rippled the manes on the mare and her foal. "They're so beautiful."

"Did you always want a pony?"

"Of course." Laughing, Cilla turned her head to smile at Janet. "Every little girl wants a pony. And a puppy, a kitten."

"But you never got them."

"No, I had call sheets and script changes. You know."

"Yes, I know."

"A chicken house! Just listen to them cluck." The sound made her laugh again. "And pigs rooting in their pen. Look at the fields. Is that corn? And there's a kitchen garden. I can see the tomatoes from here. I could grow tomatoes."

Janet's smile was both indulgent and amused. "And have a pony, a puppy and a kitten."

"Is that what I want? I'm not ten anymore. Is that what I want? I can't seem to figure it out. Is it what you wanted?"

"I wanted everything I didn't have, and if I got it, it was never exactly what I wanted after all. Or in the long run. Even this place." She swept out an arm, a