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Moira wrapped the last bowl of salad and shoved it into her mom’s refrigerator. This was the only part of the annual summer block party that she absolutely despised. As soon as she’d grown tall enough to see over the kitchen counter, she’d been expected to help with the preparations. The annual tradition had been going on longer than she’d been alive, and it was her favorite part about summer.
The block party was the celebration of the season. While their soiree wouldn’t compete with the champagne shindigs she attended for work, it was more fun than all of the other events she went to combined.
And she was pretty sure that Jimmy would be there this year.
He’d missed half a dozen block parties while he was in the army, and since his return, he only showed up if he had the day off. He
