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“I must have grabbed the wrong one,” I shrugged.

“Haven’t you heard?” A voice called from the hallway. “Navy is the new black in New York City. Our Piper here has to stay up on the latest fashion trends if she wants to stick it out in the bit city.”

“Thanks for that, Aunt Miriam,” I called back.

I caught Audra’s eye and we both erupted into silent giggled. Just like that, all tension faded from the room and Audra helped me step into my dress without any further comment. She zipped me up and leaned against the dresser while I slipped on my shoes.

“So, tell me,” she began, her tone suddenly serious. “How is it being back?”

“Honestly, Aud, I don’t know.” I shook my head and gestured around the room, “All of this, it just feels surreal. It feels like an entirely different life. I’m not the same girl I was when I lived here.”

“I know that,” Audra nodded. “We all do, Pipe. No one expects you to be exactly the same. We just wanted to see you.”

“I know and I’m glad I’m here.”

Audra gave me a skeptical look. I stared at her defiantly for a few seconds before I sighed and let a small smile escape onto my lips.

“I am,” I insisted. “Even if it’s weird to be back, it’s good that I came.”

Laughter echoed up the stairs and I heard children running around in the living room. In a second, my mother would come and demand they all quiet down. This was a morning of sadness, after all. It wasn’t time for playing. Still, hearing them laugh helped make my words to Audra feel true.

“How’s Mom been?” Audra asked weakly. I glanced at her quickly, a warning in my eyes that made her quickly add, “I’m just asking.”

“It’s like I said, she’s been freaking out since I arrived yesterday. They both have.”

“No, I don’t mean about the funeral,” Audra said with a wave of her hand. “I mean about you.”

“She’s been fine,” I said evasively. “Shouldn’t we get going? I thought everyone was afraid of being late.”

Audra opened her mouth as if she were going to argue, but she soon thought better of it. She grabbed my purse from the dresser and handed it to me. After smoothing my hair and pinching my cheeks, she smiled at me in the way only a big sister can.

“Let’s do this,” she said. Her tone suggested we were going into battle and maybe we were. A Prewitt reunion, even one for a funeral, was always an interesting event.

“Do you feel sad?” I asked.

“I do,” Audra nodded. “Don’t you?”

“Not really,” I answered honestly.

“Monster,” Audra teased.

“Shut up, I hadn’t seen the man in ten years.”

“You’re going to hell,” Audra said, pretending to be serious.

“Fuck off,” I said, jabbing her in the ribs with my elbow.

“There’s that Piper Prewitt charm,” she cooed.

“I hate you.”

“You adore me.”

We stepped out into the hallway and I pulled the door closed behind me. My mother was standing at the foot of the stairs, her head tilted upward as if she were about to yell something to us.

“Oh,” she said, relaxing her neck. “You’re ready.”

“Yup,” I said as Audra led the way downstairs.