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earlier laughter, despite spending this evening with friends, her eyes filled with tears. She blinked them away, but new tears came, and it wasn't long before Barbie noticed. Her friend placed a reassuring hand on Anne Marie's knee.

"Does it ever hurt any less?" Anne Marie asked. Searching for a tissue in her hip pocket, she blotted her eyes. She hated breaking down like this. She wanted to explain that she'd never been a weepy or sentimental woman. All her emotions had become more intense since Robert's death.

Lillie and Barbie exchanged knowing looks. They'd been widows the longest.

"It does," Lillie promised her, growing serious, too. "But it takes time."

"I feel so alone."

"That's to be expected," Barbie said, passing her the box of chocolates. "Here, have another one. You'll feel better."

"That's what my grandmother used to say," Elise added. "Eat, and everything will seem better."

"Mine always said I'd be good as new if I did something for someone else," Lillie said. "Grams swore that showing kindness to others was the cure for any kind of unhappiness."

"Exercise helps, too," Barbie put in. "I spent many, many hours at the gym."

"Can't I just buy something?" Anne Marie asked plaintively, and hiccuped a laugh as she made the suggestion.

The others smiled.

"I wish it was that easy," Elise said in a solemn voice.

Anne Marie's appetite had been nonexistent for months and she didn't really enjoy going to a gym - walking nowhere on a treadmill seemed rather pointless to her. She didn't feel like doing volunteer work, either, at least not right now - although helping another person might get her past this slump, this interval of self-absorption.

"We're all looking for a quick fix, aren't we?" Barbie said quietly.

"Maybe." Lillie settled back in her chair. "Of these different options, the one I could really sink my teeth into is buying something."

"So could I," Barbie said with a laugh.

"I realize you're joking - well, partly - but material things won't help," Elise cautioned, bringing them all back to reality. "Any relief a spending spree offers is bound to be temporary."

As tempting as the idea of buying herself a gift might be, Anne Marie supposed she was right.

"We all need to take care of ourselves physically. Eat right. Exercise," Elise said thoughtfully. "It's important we get our finances in order, too."

"I couldn't agree with you more on that," Lillie said.

"Let's make a list of our suggestions," Elise went on. Reaching for her purse, she took out a small spiral notebook.

"If I'm going to make a list," Lillie piped up, "it won't be about eating cauliflower and going jogging. Instead, I'd plan to do some of the things I've put off for years."

"Such as?" Anne Marie asked.

"Oh, something fun," Lillie said, "like traveling to Paris."

Anne Marie felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck her. When they were first married, Robert had promised her that one day he'd take her to Paris. They talked about it frequently, discussing every aspect of their trip to the City of Light. The museums they'd visit, the places they'd walk, the meals they'd eat...

"I want to go to Paris with someone I love," she whispered.

"I want to fall in love again," Barbie said decisively. "Head over heels in love like I was before. A love that'll change my life."

They all grew quiet for a long moment, considering her words.

Anne Marie couldn't believe Barbie would lack for male companionship. They'd never discussed the subject, but she was surprised that a woman as attractive as Barbie didn't have her choice of men. Maybe she did. Maybe she simply had high standards. If so, Anne Marie couldn't blame her.

"We all want to be loved," Lillie said. "It's a basic human need."

"I had love," Elise told them, her voice hoarse with pain. "I don't expect to find that kind of love again."

"I had it, too," Barbie said.

Another hush fell over them.

"Making a list is a good idea," Elise stated emphatically. "A list of things to do."

Anne Marie nodded, fingering one of the suspended Valentine's decorations as she did. The idea had caught her interest. She needed to revive her enthusiasm. She needed to find inspiration and motivation - and a list might just do that. She was a list-maker anyway, but this would be different. It wouldn't be the usual catalog of appointments and everyday obligations.

"Personally I don't need another to-do list," Lillie murmured, echoing Anne Marie's thought. "I have enough of those already."

"This would n't be like that," Anne Marie responded, glancing at Elise for