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quit, Ivy went home sick and the people at Seaview called to say that Rosamond seemed to be in some kind of state.
    “What kind of ‘state’?” a harried Shay barked into the receiver of the telephone in her office.
    “She’s curled up in her bed,” answered the young and obviously inexperienced nurse. “She’s crying and calling for the baby.”
    “Have you called her doctor?”
    “He’s playing golf today.”
    “Oh, at his rates, that’s just terrific!” Shay snapped. “You get him over there, my dear, if you have to drag him off the course. Does Mother have her doll?”
    “What doll?”
    “The rag doll. The one she won’t be without.”
    “I didn’t see it.”
    “Find it!”
    “I’ll call you back in a few minutes, Mrs. Kendall.”
    “See that you do,” Shay replied in clipped tones just as Richard Barrett waltzed, unannounced, into her office.
    “Bad day?”
    Shay ran one hand through her already tousled hair and sank into the chair behind her desk. “Don’t you know how to knock?”
    Richard held up both hands in a concessionary gesture. “I’m sorry.”
    Shay sighed. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you that way. How can I help you?”
    “I just wanted to remind you that we’re going to shoot the first commercial Monday morning. You’ve memorized the script, I assume?”
    The script. If Shay hadn’t had a pounding headache, she would have laughed. “I say my line and then read off this week’s special used-car deals. That isn’t too tough, Richard.”
    “I thought we might have a rehearsal tonight.”
    Shay shook her head. “No chance. My mother is in bad shape and I have to go straight to the convalescent home as soon as I leave here.”
    “After that—”
    “My son is leaving on a camping trip with his uncle, Richard, and he’ll be gone a month. I want to spend the evening with him.”
    “Shay—”
    Now Shay held up her hands. “No more, Richard. You and Marvin insisted that I take this assignment and I agreed. But it will be done on my terms or not at all.”
    A look of annoyance flickered behind Richard’s glasses. “Temperament rears its ugly head. I was mistaken about you, Shay. You’re more like your mother than I thought.”
    The telephone began to jangle, and Ivy wasn’t out front to screen the calls. Shay dismissed Richard with a hurried wave of one hand and snapped “Hello?”
    A customer began listing, in irate and very voluble terms, all the things that were wrong with the used car he’d bought the week before. While Shay tried to address the complaint, the other lines on her telephone lit up, all blinking at once.
    It was nearly seven o’clock when Shay finally got home, and she had such a headache that she gave Hank an emergency TV dinner for supper, swallowed two aspirin and collapsed into bed.
    Bright and early on Saturday morning, Garrett and his family arrived in a motor home more luxuriously appointed than many houses. While Maggie stayed behind with her own children and Hank, Shay and Garrett drove to Seaview to visit Rosamond.
    Because the doll had been recovered, Rosamond was no longer curled up in her bed weeping piteously for her “baby.” Still, Garrett’s shock at seeing a woman he undoubtedly remembered as glamorous and flippant staring vacantly off into space showed in his darkly handsome face and the widening of his steel-gray eyes.
    “My God,” he whispered.
    Rosamond lifted her chin—she was sitting, as always, in the chair beside the window, the rag doll in her lap—at the sound of his voice. Her once-magical violet eyes widened and she surprised both her visitors by muttering, “Riley?”
    Shay sank back against the wall beside the door. “No, Mother. This is—”
    Garrett silenced her with a gesture of one hand, approached Rosamond and crouched before her chair. Shay realized then how much he actually resembled his father, the Riley Thompson Rosamond would remember and recognize. He stretched to kiss a faded