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It took just about two weeks for Becky to adjust to small town life. By the end of two weeks, she had ironed out a routine and was in the middle of cataloging all of the items in her store.
She’d had dinner with William and his family twice, coffee with Catherine John—who had not changed from the bubbly energetic girl Becky had met the first day in town—four times, and had spent too much time in Minnie’s Diner eating what was the best pie she had ever tasted and trying to get to know some of the locals. Some of them, mostly the older ones, remembered her. They all tried to find out where her aunt had gone.
Becky realized that although she had spent the first eight summers of her life in Rose Hollow, she didn’t really remember any of the older residents.
Every morning, she’d wake up t
