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Chapters (30)
  1. Dedication
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Epilogue
  29. Dear Reader . . .
  30. About the Author

Things like that did happen. Her parents’ strictness had sure enough marked her, and now she was having trouble figuring out what was rebellion and what was just plain old Irish stubbornness.

“I remember D. J. being kind of odd,” Flynn added. “Nanny Lucy said he was a recluse. When I was a little boy, she told me not to go to his house and bother him. I didn’t know what a recluse was in those days, but the word kind of scared me. His family must have loved him a lot since his brother named one of his kids after the old guy. Either of y’all ever meet this Jackson guy?”

Nessa and April both shook their heads.

“Maybe he’s a recluse as well,” Nessa said.

“Lord knows that place out there is a good place for hermits,” April said. “Only two houses, and both of them are at dead-end roads.”

Tilly brought out their food and refilled their glasses. She laid the ticket on the table and said, “I’ll be looking for your call. We need to catch up, Flynn.”

“He’s going to be very busy for the next few weeks,” Nessa said. “We’ve got lots to do out at Nanny Lucy’s place.”

Tilly laid a hand on her heart. “I loved that woman. She was in the quilting club with my granny and in the garden club with my aunt. May her sweet soul be resting in peace. I know she’d be so happy that you kids have come back to Blossom to live.” The door opened and she dropped her hand. “I’ve got more customers. I’ll be looking forward to seeing y’all real often here at Weezy’s.”

“Can either of you cook?” Flynn asked when Tilly was out of hearing distance. “I hope you can because I don’t intend to spend much time here.”

“I can open soup and make a pretty mean sandwich.” April picked up a piece of fish with her fingers and took a bite.

“I’m a fair cook, nothing gourmet,” Nessa answered. “Nanny Lucy lived by the goose and gander law, if I remember right, so you should be able to make grilled cheese sandwiches and heat up canned soup, just like us.”

“I can do a little better than that.” He squirted ketchup on his fries. “We’ll work out the duty schedule when we get to the house, and I’m sure we’ll have to make a run up to Paris to the grocery store this evening.”