LEXIE
An hour or so after Mrs. Ellis's goat story had finally wound down, I found myself standing near the edge of the food tables with Mia, watching Crow attempt something that might have technically been called dancing if you were being generous about it.
"He's going to pull something," Mia said, wincing as Crow spun a little too enthusiastically.
"He's having the time of his life," I said. "Let him live."
"He'll be complaining about his back tomorrow."
"Worth it, apparently."
I picked up another small pastry from the table, one of Nora's contributions to the spread according to the little handwritten card beside the tray, and let my eyes drift across the crowd without any particular purpose.
The square was properly full now, the whole town gathered under the string lights, and I
