The next morning, Cathy sat with her grandmother at the breakfast table. The kittens had followed her downstairs and were eating hungrily at their food bowls.
“Gran, I talked with Nancy last night. She told me she’d found out something new about the MaGregors. I wonder if you know anything about it.”
Florence was cutting into her omelet. She paused. “I’ll be happy to tell you if I do.”
“Nancy said that Mrs. MaGregor had a daughter named Lenore, who moved with the family to Buttercup Bend eighteen years ago. Did you know her? Her obituary was in the Buttercup Bugle. It read the same as Jane’s.”
Buttercup Bugle“Oh, dear.” Florence put down her knife. “I hadn’t thought about her when you first asked me about the MaGregors. It was a long time ago, and my memory isn’t what it used to be. Li
