Her adopted sister Margaret was actually yelling at her, saying, “What the hell are you talking about? No one goes to Denmark. People go to Sweden or Germany or London. But I don’t know of a single idiot that goes to Denmark.”

Kathryn kept her voice calm as she went over her check off list again. “Margaret, I have explained this to you several times. It turns out that I actually have a relative on my father’s side. Our parents have always been so good to me. Even you have, except when we fought over my plaid coat. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, though. This woman has offered to pay for everything. She probably has papers and photos, maybe even background information, on my family.”

When Kathryn couldn’t reach her adopted sister on the phone, she had left a message on the recorder, expecting a call in return. Instead, the hotheaded blond had driven over to confront her.

Kathryn smiled, as her own red hair along with a sprinkling of freckles showed that she was the one with the temper. Yes, they had fought over that plaid coat and many other items growing up together in a house loved by two parents who had adopted both girls when they couldn’t have their own children.

Their parents’ death had actually separated the women instead of drawing them together. They lived in different cities, working in entirely different lines of employment. Now, they went months with only an email or short note on Facebook.

The brief visit from her adopted sister had finally calmed down with a nice dinner at a local Italian pub and a quick goodbye as Margaret drove back to her home.

Kathryn promised plenty of emails and photos on Facebook of the trip to placate Margaret. Finally, she returned to her checklist.