“Going on twelve, I think.”

“About the same age I was when Daddy died. Addy and Andy were really close to their grandpa, weren’t they?”

“Yes,” Roxie replied. “MJ said Andy still hasn’t been over to the farm.”

“Poor kids.”

“Do you remember when their little brother died?”

“Sort of.”

“They spent most of a couple of years with Ginny and Fred.” Roxie looked up when their food arrived. “Thanks, Sean. You working Saturdays here now?”

The boy nodded. “I can deliver food, clean off tables, and scrub pots and pans.”

Loren grinned. “Having money you earned feels pretty good, doesn’t it?”

“I don’t know, I’ll tell you after I get paid. Can I get you anything else?” His braces glinted when he smiled.

Roxie watched him walk off to pick up a pitcher of water and start around the tables.

“That’s Anne’s nephew, isn’t it?” Loren asked.

“Looks like they’re keeping the jobs in the family.” She cut into her omelet. “Excellent. Reminds me, I didn’t buy any basil at the nursery. That would look good in that new pot. I wonder if Ginny has started any herbs.” Roxie dug her calendar out of her purse. “You have any things to add to the grocery list?” She flipped to the notes page, where she had started the list. “I’ll try to stop after the house tour. If you get home before I do, please call the pizza order in to pick up at five forty-five.”

“Sure. Do you have kibbles for Juno on your list? Almost gone.”

Roxie smiled to herself. Getting low on cat food? Oh, my Juno, that would never do. She wondered, did Rich shop for his grocery needs, or did Nate do it for him? Considering his skill with cooking, she imagined he did his own shopping. Good cook, good sailor, good landscape designer…there was so much more to that complex man than Roxie would have guessed.

Chapter Nineteen

Roxie and Loren are coming with pizza for supper,” Ginny announced.

Addy looked up from the recipe file on the kitchen counter. “What’s their favorite kind of cookie?”

Ginny shrugged and shook her head at the same time. “I have no idea.” She closed her eyes, hoping to recall a rather unusual fact like that, then nodded slowly. “Roxie loves lemon bars but we don’t have lemons.”

“There’s a bottle of lemon juice in the pantry.”

“Really? Hm. Been there awhile then. Hope it hasn’t been opened.”

“If it was, you would have put it in the refrigerator—you always do.”

Ginny stared at her granddaughter. “How do you know so much?” She leaned her posterior against the kitchen counter and crossed her arms. “You know what? You amaze me.”

Addy’s forehead wrinkled. “Grandma, you’re the one who kept saying, ‘Now pay attention.’ Don’t you remember?”

“Since when do people do what I ask?” She got the Oh, Grandma look that went along with a slight shake of the head. “Okay, okay, sorry. You just caught me by surprise.” At the singing of her phone, she fumbled in her pocket and hit the button. “Hi, Sam.”