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Cady stood in the kitchen, humming softly to herself as she put the finishing touches on the cake she’d promised for the birthday celebrations of Nancy’s mother.
“How’s it going, honey?” Meredith walked in through the back door, hanging her slicker on a hook in the mudroom. “It’s pouring out there; seems we’ve seen the end of summer.” The past few days had been wet, and the leaves on the soaring trees in Meredith’s yard had begun to turn, their glossy green giving way to yellowing as fall began.
“Nearly finished,” Cady announced. It felt good to be working on her craft, although it hadn’t been easy without her regular tools. She’d brought nothing from San Francisco, hadn’t replaced her decorating equipment after Jameson destroyed everything she’d owned. Consequently, after consultatio
