The first thing Cam did when she got home was dial her sister’s number.
“Hi, Lor,” Cam said when her sister answered the phone. “Hope this is a good time to talk.”
“It is. I just put the dishes in the dishwasher.”
“Ah, my homemaker sister.”
“Don’t you have a dishwasher?” Lori asked.
“Yeah, there’s one here.”
“Don’t you ever use it? Or do you eat out all the time?” Lori knew her sister didn’t do a lot of cooking.
“We eat in a couple times a week,” Cam defended herself.
“Who’s we?” Lori asked.
“I’m living with my friend Maggie.”
“Friend or lover?” Lori wanted to know.
“A friend. She owns this condo.”
“A condo? What does she do for a living?”
“She’s a psychiatrist,” Cam answered softly.
Lori laughed. “A psychiatrist? She must have a blast dealing with you!”
“Lori! If I want ver
