It was not from the rabbi; it was not from Dan. It was not from Earl Morton or anyone who had dismissed her in New York. She was not aware of the way she was waiting for this call. She understood it when she finally heard her sister’s voice; a pain, an ache, she had not been aware she contained, vanished. There was a short, cheerful message: “Serena. Miss you! Let’s talk. Dawn.” There were two more of these over the course of an afternoon, and then more emphatically: “Serena. Please! Get on the phone, now!” She dialed Dawn’s number, and there she was. “Finally,” whispered Dawn. “Finally?” asked Serena. “I’ve been calling you. Where have you been?” “Here and there,” said Dawn. “I don’t keep track. I’ve been totally swamped. You know, working.” She let that dangle in the air a moment and added, “We’re coming.” “Where?” “To visit you.” Serena held the phone, her throat cool with relief. “Well. Great! When?” “Tomorrow. Well. Just for a moment.
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