When Colleen turned back to the refrigerator, I leaned forward and whispered to Hope.
"Who's Dave?" I asked.
Hope looked in Colleen's direction before leaning back into my chest and whispering into my ear.
"He's a guy in one of her Psych classes," she said breathily. "He seemed like a really nice guy. I think they went out twice last semester."
I couldn't picture him, but that just meant he probably had never been to our house. It made me realize that neither of my sisters had brought guys over recently. I had been under the impression they simply had not been dating, but between school and work I really had a very narrow view of what their lives were about these days.
I couldn't even tell you what classes my sisters were taking in school. That was not where my focus had been. I looke
