Rose didn't look at Lucie. She couldn't. The emotion was clenching in her throat because she knew how Lucie felt on this. She paid very close attention to Schroedinger, curled in her lap.
"Dan was in New York, working in Harlem, last I heard. That was a good year or so ago, though. Debra's living somewhere in the city too, I think. I saw her the other week in the street. Didn't get a chance to say hi, but she looked ok." Dragging a hand through her hair, she sighed. "So what do you want me to do? I'm sure someone's still in touch, you want me to check it out?"