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  1. Title page
  2. Prologue
  3. Part One
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  21. Part Two
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She looks years younger, Monica thought. I need to take whatever she’s taking.

Grace gently grasped Monica’s hand. “Come to the table, dear, and let’s get you a cup of tea and some freshly baked buttermilk biscuits.”

She led Monica to the table and helped her sit. A cup of her special blend tea and a plate heaped with biscuits appeared in short order. Monica sampled a biscuit, and it was fantastic: dusted with sugar, lightly buttered, and fluffy, exactly how she loved them.

“These are amazing,” Monica said. “I envy your energy level. How can you bake at this hour?”

“It’s habit, sweetheart.” Grace had begun sweeping the floor with a broom, whisking the bristles across the travertine with strong, swift motions. “An old spinster like me? What else would I do with my time?”

Monica sipped the tea. “Old spinster? You look great.”

“Good enough to draw the eye of a younger man?” Grace grinned at her.

“I’d say, sure.”

“Let’s see if your husband gives me a second look.” She barked a laugh. “He has no scruples when it comes to such things, I promise you.”

“Speaking of Troy.” Monica set down her cup. “I might as well tell you. We had an argument last night.”

Grace smirked. “It was about me, was it not? Neither your husband nor his mother seemed to appreciate my presence in this home. I can imagine what he’s told you, the awful lies he’s fabricated.”

“It doesn’t matter what he said. I want you here. You’re my mother. If you weren’t here with me, today . . . I don’t know how I’d manage to cope with Lily’s death, at all.”

Grace leaned the broom against the doorway, and came to her. She knelt beside the chair and folded Monica into a warm embrace.

“My sweet little darling,” Grace said. “I’ll never leave you again. I promise.”

Monica clasped her mother against her, choking back tears. The feel of her mother against her, the warmth of her, touched an instinctive longing that was embedded so deeply in her soul that she hadn’t known it existed. How dare Troy think he could deprive her of developing this bond with her mom?

When Grace finally let go, Monica winced.

“Ouch. My shoulder aches now.” Monica kneaded the inflamed joint. “I’m looking forward to seeing my physician today. I’m concerned about these aching joints of mine.”

“Of course, medical care sounds best,” Grace said. “Meanwhile, I need to run an errand today. A little personal matter that I must attend to.”

Monica wondered where her mother needed to go, but decided it was none of her business.

“I’m not sure if I’m up to driving,” Monica said. “Perhaps you can drop me off at the doctor’s office and then take care of your errand.”

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