Even their hair was similar. Same cleft chin too. “Yeah. I’d almost think that was me if the picture quality weren’t so old.”

His mom laughed. “True. You’ll be showing your kids pictures of us on your phone.” She slapped the heavy padded cover of the album closed. “Not in one of these.” She hugged the album to her chest. “I can’t believe you’re sitting here. Can we call your sister? She should be on her way home from the new YMCA. Did you know she’s teaching yoga there now?”

“I did. She told me all about it when we talked at Christmas a few weeks ago. Yeah, let’s call her.” When he first moved, he and Dawn had talked all the time, but as time went by they’d both gotten busy and the calls had turned into quick texts or emails, and then just the obligatory holiday calls.

Mom picked up her phone and swept her finger across the screen, poking the glass as if it required all the force of a manual typewriter.

“Can you see me?” she yelled loud enough for the folks in Town Square to hear.

“Hi, Mom. I just got home. Why are you FaceTiming me?”

“I have something to show you.” She motioned for him, then grabbed his arm and tugged him in close. “Look what the cat dragged in!”

“Andrew? Andrew!” Her scream was louder than Mom’s voice. “What are you doing here? Oh my gosh. I’m on my way over. Don’t you move a muscle. Ten minutes. I’ll be there.”

“I’ll be here. Don’t speed. You know Sheriff Range would love to give you a ticket.”

“Don’t think so.” She lowered her head. “He died three years ago.”

“I hadn’t heard.” He suddenly regretted not staying in touch. What else had he missed?

“On a brighter note, your old buddy Sam Foxwell is the new sheriff.”

“No way. They’ll let anyone wear a badge in this town.” Sam had been one mischievous kid. It was hard to think of him as a man of the law. “Don’t make me call and warn him that you’re speeding.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“You’re right. See you in a few.”

“I’m so excited. I love you, Andrew. I’ll be right there.”

His mom ended the call. “I’m sorry your dad is missing this.”

“I should give him a quick call before Dawn gets here,” Andrew said. “I don’t want the news to get to him before I talk to him.”

“I’ll let you do that while I put together a little snack for us. You have to be famished.”

“I am,” he said. “It’s been a long day, and it’s late on Paris time.”

“Oh, dear. That’s right.” She swept out of the room.