"To tell you the truth, Harper, it's not high on my list of priorities."A light was burning in the living room. As Toby pulled into the driveway next to Jane Nolan's Saab, she saw the warm glow through the curtains, saw the silhouette of a woman standing in the window. It was a reassuring sight, that vigilant figure peering out at the darkness. It told her someone was home, someone was keeping watch.Toby let herself in the front door and walked into the living room."I'm back."Jane Nolan had turned from the window to gather up her magazines. On the sofa, a National Enquirer lay open to a spread on "Shocking Psychic Predictions." Quickly Jane scooped it up and turned to Toby with an embarrassed smile. "My intellectual stimulation for the night.I know I'm supposed to be improving my mind with serious reading. But honestly"�she held up the tabloid�"I can't resist anything with Daniel Day-Lewis on the cover.""Neither can I," admitted Toby. They both laughed, a comfortable acknowledgment that among women, some fantasies are universal."How did the evening go?" asked Toby."Very well." Jane turned and quickly straightened the sofa cushions."We had dinner at seven, and she pretty much devoured everything.
