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rocked back and forth on his heels. “She wants to tell you I’m losing my marbles.”

      Cy’s face did not show the signs of shock and surprise that Rosa expected. His mouth opened and closed.

      “Oh,” he said. “That.”

      Rosa sighed. “You already knew about the Pick’s disease?”

      He nodded. “Dad mentioned it when he was last in town.”

      “And you didn’t tell me?”

      “He wanted to tell you himself, but you weren’t up for the meeting.”

      “You could have told me anyway.”

      “Well,” Cy said, tapping the pencil on his palm. “You were stressed about the library design. You’re not the easiest person to talk to when you’re stressed. And I figured we had time.”