“Stella,” April answered. “Remember the wiry little red-haired lady who brought us the chocolate cake the first day we were here? That’s Stella. Her sister is Vivien. They were Nanny Lucy’s quilting partners. Stella knew that Grandpa was a womanizer. She said that they started the quilt club to get Nanny Lucy out of a deep depression. No wonder I thought she hated me. Depression is a terrible thing.”

“I never saw that in her.” Nessa took a roll out of the basket and passed it over to April. “That’s why I’m having such a hard time with all this information we’ve uncovered.”

“Shocking, isn’t it, that she was a different person to each of us,” April said. “But now that I know some of what was on her mind, it makes her actions a little easier to understand.”

“Yep,” Flynn said, “and gets us closer to understanding our parents, too.”

“On another note, the guy that came into the shelter with that little girl was Kent Wallace. He’s part of the same law firm that Nanny Lucy used to set up her will. He works with Paul Jones.” April slathered her roll with butter. “If I keep eating like this, I’m going to outgrow my jeans.”

“You’ve got a job now. You can buy new jeans, and, honey, you need a few more pounds. I’ll help you along—there were jars of blackberries in the cellar, so we’re all eating cobbler for dessert,” Nessa said.

Flynn groaned. “That’s just my favorite pie in the whole world. It’s a good thing I’ve got a job, or I’d be outgrowing my jeans, too.”

“Might be a good idea,” April chuckled.

“Why’s that?” Nessa asked.

“If he didn’t look like a movie star, maybe the women wouldn’t flock to him,” April said, dissolving into giggles.

“Oh, ha ha. But that reminds me,” Nessa said. “Tilly gave me her phone number. I put it on the top of the fridge when I got home and forgot to tell you, Flynn. She said that if you don’t call her, she might just show up here at the place with her kids. Jackson told her that the falls was off-limits to the public, but she could come to the house. She’s the pushiest woman I’ve ever known, so you’d do well to steer clear of her.”

“I’m doing my best.” Flynn buried his head in his hands. “Burn that number. I’m not calling her, and I’m steering clear of Weezy’s.”