“Watching you spin wool was magical. I have the fondest memories of this farm,” Lissette added with a distant stare in her eyes. “I do wish Deirdre would come home from Europe. She's been gone for far too long. Like my sister, Judy.” Lissette's voice grew soft and held a momentary pang of sadness.
Millard grabbed the bottle of wine and refilled her glass. “Lissette and I had tea yesterday. We got to talking about the upcoming flower exhibit and how I needed to find someone to help me get it organized now that we've lost George Braun. Awful business, eh, Kellan?”
“Truly. I can't make heads or tails of what happened to the man.” I turned to Lissette. “Are you a gardener like Millard?”
Lissette reached out to grab his hand and brightened the room with a huge smile. “Millard's not a gardene
