“I noticed. New paint and hanging baskets. They’re beautiful. It’s all beautiful.” Roxie leaned back against the wall.

“Fred delivered the baskets the day that he died.” Maureen blinked several times. “There are memorials to him all over town, in pots and gardens. Ginny’s flowers are blooming and his veggies will soon begin producing. Every day someone mentions something he did for them and how they miss him. I’ve not seen Ginny. Is anyone checking on her?”

“Off and on. I know she has her phone turned off.” MJ tipped her head back.

“Guess I don’t blame her. Please say hi to her when you see her.” Maureen walked off to get another chair as a new crafter came in.

“I’m out that way looking at a house,” Roxie said. “I’ll go by and bust the door down if I have to. I’m glad that Sam and his family are up at the lake. The kids said they wished they could have stayed longer, but they have lives too.”

“Amalia offered to stay with her but Ginny insisted she just needed to be by herself.” MJ shook her head. “So, who is taking care of the chickens? I don’t know how she would be able to go in that chicken house.”

“One of us should have gotten a key.” Roxie pulled out her cell phone and hit Amalia’s number. She shook her head. “No answer, and she’s not here tonight.” Waiting for the voice mail prompt, she said into the phone, “Amalia, did you get a key to Ginny’s house in case she has locked the doors? Thanks.” She clicked off.

Roxie looked up Sam’s number and tapped it in. “At least someone is answering. Hey, Sam, Roxie. I’m going out to your mom’s tomorrow. If she has locked the doors, is there a key anywhere?”

Sam’s voice was strong, so he had good cell service wherever he was. “Third pot from the steps by the front stoop.”

“Good. Thank you. Oh, do you know anything about their chickens and animals? Is someone there to take care of them?”

“Mom said she would be okay. Chores were not a problem. Why, do you know something I don’t know?”

“I—I just don’t know how she can go in that chicken house. I don’t think I would have been able to.”

“There are automatic waterers for all the animals and…I checked on everything before we left. I think you are worrying needlessly.”

“How long since you’ve talked with her?”

“Ah, yesterday. I’ve left messages on her phone but you know her and that cell phone and keeping it charged.”

“I know.” Roxie felt super-sad all over again. “Fred took care of that. I’ll make sure her phone is plugged in.”

“Besides, she promised me she would be all right; she didn’t want us changing our plans.”

“Yup, that’s Ginny. Thank you, Sam.” She closed the line.

“You want me to go with?” MJ asked.

“Not necessary, but I will call you.”

The next morning, Roxie prepped for her house appointment as Sir Charles wiggled his butt and tried to look cute enough to be taken along.