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Rose spent the next hour opening the front door and giving people a quick tour of the house. As the evening was warm, Fran had opened the French windows and the guests were spilling out onto the patio. The music was thumping, the guests were chatting and the atmosphere was laid back and happy.
“No one’s dancing,” her brother complained, “and why is everybody outside?”
“Because it’s a nice evening,” Rose nudged him, “and they’ll probably dance later.”
“Yeah,” he grinned, “when they’re all sloshed.”
Granny Faith appeared in the doorway, a plate of buffet food in her hand.
“Gran, the food’s not open until after Shelly arrives.” Rose looked at her with dismay.
Faith picked up a cheese and pineapple with a shrug. “There sure seems to be a lot of people here. I thought you’d only i
