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Veterinarian Clinic
Saturday
10:15 p.m.
Twenty-four hours later, Emma had replenished the punch ingredients and was standing next to Molly watching Sadie’s shower guests move around the room.
“Sadie knows all of these people?”
“Yes.” Molly’s voice lowered to a whisper. “But that doesn’t mean she likes all of them.”
“What?” Emma laughed. “She wanted them at her party ... but doesn’t like them? Then why?”
“To keep peace.”
Emma poured a cup of punch and handed it to Molly. “That makes no sense.”
“I didn’t think so either when I first moved to Swan Harbor.” Molly pointed to a cluster of women standing off to the side of the room. “See the one with dark hair? That’s Chloe Lane. Her brother is married to one of Sadie’s best friends.”
“Ahh. A tangled web.”
“Isn’t that the tru
