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  1. Cover Page
  2. Front Flap
  3. Title Page
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Dedication
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“Yes. We’re all new. Jillian and Jody do sales all over New Jersey. So they hire different kids for each sale.”

“Makes sense,” Regan answered. “Jody and Jillian are nice.” Autumn smiled. “Totally.”

I don’t think I’ll get much more from her without looking like I’m fishing, Regan thought. “Which is the master bedroom?”

“The first door on the right.”

When Regan stepped inside Edna’s room and saw the unobstructed view of the ocean, she realized that this was the best room in the house. The bedroom was peaceful, decorated in peach tones. A flat-screen television hung on the wall.

Regan walked over to the window and looked out. She saw one of the security guards opening the gate. The first few people in line raced up the walk toward the house. It reminded Regan of the running of the bulls.

Turning away from the window, Regan surveyed the room, then walked over to a steamer trunk that was sitting at the foot of the bed. It was for sale. She leaned down to take a closer look.

“That belonged to Cleo.”

Regan looked up. Autumn was standing in the doorway.

“It’s really nice. I’m surprised Cleo didn’t take it with her.”

Autumn shrugged.

“I thought Mrs. Frawley had all of Cleo’s things together downstairs.”

“She couldn’t decide whether to sell the trunk until the last minute. Jody and Jillian said she might as well keep it up here since it looks good next to the bed.”

Regan looked at the price tag. One hundred dollars. That’s pretty good, she thought. “Autumn, I’d like to take this.”

“Sure.” Autumn walked over, and with a red pen wrote “SOLD” on the tag.

“Looks like you’re going to be pretty busy with all the people still on line.”

“Super-busy!”

A woman came darting into the room. “Look at that view!” she said. “It’s fabulous! Oh, and that trunk! I just love it!”

“It’s sold,” Autumn informed her.

“Already? I was the third person on line.”

“Oh, well, if you really …,” Regan began.

“Regan, it’s yours,” Autumn said. “Your mother’s a friend of Mrs. Frawley.”

“But I—,” Regan began.

The other woman waved her hand. “Don’t worry about it. I shouldn’t even be here. My husband would have a conniption if he found out I’m at another garage sale.” She disappeared out of the room.

23

Ready, Miss Long?” Dirk bellowed as he came out of the office. He’d changed into a pair of cargo swim trunks, T-shirt, and flip-flops. Like Cleo he was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses. Two beach towels were under his arm.

Cleo jumped. She’d been staring into the distance, lost in her thoughts. “Yes,” she answered. “By the way, you don’t have to be so formal. Please call me Connie.”

“Okay, Connie. Let’s go.”