“Amy and Troy Anderson, he’s the handyman. They just got married, even though she’s only nineteen and he’s twenty. I don’t know why they were in such a hurry.” Charlotte reached back to untie the apron. “Amy’s supposed to take care of the cleaning, but they’re so gaga over each other that they’re worthless. You’ll have to keep after them.” She handed the apron to Molly. “It’s a good thing you’re here, Molly. I never was much of a cook, and the guests are complaining.”

Molly stared down at the apron. Kevin shot forward as the older woman began to walk away. “Wait a minute! The campground’s closed. All the reservations were canceled.”

She regarded him with disapproval. “How could you even think to do that, Kevin? Some of these people have been coming here for forty years. And Judith spent every penny she had sprucing up the cottages and turning the house into a bed-and-breakfast. Do you have any idea how much it costs to advertise in Victoria magazine? And that Collins boy in town charged her almost a thousand dollars to set up a Web site.”

“A Web site?”

“If you’re not familiar with the Internet, I suggest you look into it. It’s a wonderful thing. Except for all that porno.”

“I’m familiar with the Internet!” Kevin exclaimed. “Now, tell me why people are still coming here after I closed the place down.”

“Why, because I told them to. Judith would have wanted it. I kept trying to explain that to you. Do you know that it took me nearly a week to get hold of everyone?”

“You called them?”

“I used that E-mail, too,” she said proudly. “It didn’t take me long to get the hang of it.” She patted his arm. “Don’t be nervous, Kevin. You and your wife will do just fine. As long as you put out a nice, big breakfast, most people are happy. The menus and recipes are in Judith’s blue notebook in the kitchen. Oh, and get Troy to look at the toilet in Green Pastures. It’s leaking.”

She headed off down the lane.

Kevin looked sick. “Tell me this is a bad dream.”

As Mrs. Long disappeared, Molly watched a late-model Honda Accord turn into the lane and head toward the B&B. “As a matter of fact, I think you’re wide awake.”

Kevin followed the direction of her gaze and swore as the car stopped in front of the B&B. Molly was too tired to stand any longer, so she sank down on the top step to watch the entertainment. Roo yipped a greeting at the couple who came up the sidewalk.

“We’re the Pearsons,” a thin, round-faced, sixtyish woman said. “I’m Betty and this is my husband, John.”