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“I’ll take what God gives me and hope I live it in relatively good health,” Mr. Everett said sensibly.

“Don’t be such a pessimist,” Grace scolded. “I think we’ve both got many years left-especially if we take care of each other.” The fond look she gave her husband-to-be nearly brought Tricia to tears. Weddings-and all they entailed-had that effect on her.

“Now, Tricia,” Grace said, “again, I hope it won’t inconvenience you too much if William has an hour or two off this afternoon.”

“Take as much time as you need. You have my blessing,” Tricia said, and smiled.

“I’m sorry I can’t give you more than a few days’ notice, but I will need a week off work for our honeymoon,” Mr. Everett added in all seriousness.

“I think Gi

A customer came in, and Mr. Everett, who took his job very seriously, excused himself to help the man.

“I was surprised to see you at the Food Shelf dedication yesterday,” Tricia told Grace.

“It’s long been one of my favorite local charities. And who could say no to dear Libby Hirt? Over the years she’s been a guardian angel to so many here in Stoneham. She and her husband are the nicest people. They took in that sick child and raised her. Others would’ve been put off by the prospect of all that surgery, but not Libby. She’s got the biggest heart in the world.”

A sick child? “I’m sorry I didn’t get an opportunity to meet and talk with her.”

“She’s a real asset to this community.” Grace glanced at her diamond-studded watch. “Oh, my, I must dash. I want to speak to the florist. Oh, I have so many things penciled in on my to-do list-I just hope I can accomplish them all before the end of the day.” The excitement in her voice was contagious.

“Well, do let me know if I can be of any help. It would be an honor and a privilege,” Tricia said.

“Don’t worry, dear. I will.” Grace crossed the store to join her fiancé and, scandalously, gave Mr. Everett a quick peck on the lips.

“My dear!” he scolded.

Grace gri

“Minds what?” Tricia asked, and looked up at the decorative tin ceiling, pretending she hadn’t noticed a breach in store decorum.

“Good-bye, dear,” Mr. Everett said, and Grace waved as she exited the shop.

Tricia risked a glance at her employee. Mr. Everett’s cheeks were quite pink. He cleared his throat.

“I think I shall go back to work,” he said, and, with head held high, went in search of his lamb’s wool duster.

The shop door opened with the soft jingle of the bell that hung over the door. A couple of women bundled in heavy sweaters bustled in, adhesive name tags identifying them as being part of an Apollo Tour.

“Good morning, and welcome to Haven’t Got a Clue, Stoneham ’s-”

“Mystery bookstore,” one of them finished. “We read all about you on the Internet.” She reached into her purse. “I’ve got a long list of books I need to find. Could someone help me?”

“I’d be glad to.” Before Tricia could even inspect the list, a breathless Gi

“Tricia, I’m sorry, I-”

“We’ll talk about it later. Perhaps you could help this lady here.” She pointed to the other customer.

“Sure, I’d be glad to. What author were you looking for?”

“Rex Stout. I’d like a copy of The Golden Spiders.”

“I’m pretty sure we have that in stock. Follow me, please.”

Twenty minutes and three hundred and forty dollars later, the ladies departed the store, their shopping bags bulging with books. Despite the good start to the retail day, Gi

“That was an excellent couple of sales,” Mr. Everett said, approaching the register with a tray of the store’s cardboard coffee cups. “We should celebrate.”

“I agree,” Tricia said, grateful for the opportunity to cheer her other employee.

Mr. Everett passed around the cups. “Here’s to a wonderful day.”

They raised their cups and took a sip. “Mr. Everett, wouldn’t you like to tell Gi

Mr. Everett blushed, and he ducked his head in embarrassment. “Grace and I, we’re-well, we’ve become engaged.”

Gi

“Yes, isn’t it wonderful? They’re going to get married in the next week or so,” Tricia said.

“Married?” Gi

Tricia grabbed Gi

“Gi

“We can’t afford to get married,” she wailed. “Brian’s working two jobs, I’ve been trying to find a second job, and somehow we have to find the time to work on the house. And… oh, everything is all messed up.”

“If I thought the news would upset you, I never would have mentioned it,” Mr. Everett apologized, obviously distressed by Gi

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Everett. I’m very happy for you and Grace,” Gi

Tricia pulled Gi

Gi

“Oh, dear-oh, dear,” Mr. Everett said.

The shop door opened, the little bell above it jangling cheerfully. Two women stepped into the store, took in the scene, and quickly retreated.

“Oh, dear-oh, dear,” Mr. Everett repeated, his heavily veined hands clenched, no doubt to keep from wringing them.

“Come on, Gi

“I’ll take care of things here,” Mr. Everett called with relief.

Tricia opened the door marked PRIVATE and led the way up the stairs. She unlocked the apartment door and Gi

Gi

Tricia filled her electric kettle with water and plugged it in. She watched as Gi

“When you’ve finished all your renovations, you’ll have a lovely home, too.”

Gi

Tricia took a couple of mugs from the cabinet and found the cylinder of Ghirardelli Chocolate Mocha Hot Cocoa mix. She measured out the powder. The kettle was starting to sound like an engine-a prelude to boiling. “It won’t be long now,” Tricia said.

“I wish I led a charmed life like you,” Gi

“Me? I’m divorced, my sister lives next door, and I keep discovering dead bodies. How charmed is that?”

“At least you have your sister nearby. Since Mom and Dad moved south, I sometimes feel like I’m all alone here in Stoneham.”

“What about Brian?”

“He works so much we hardly ever see each other.” She let out another shuddering sigh.

“Seems like you need to make plans for the future. Give yourself a goal. How big a wedding do you want?”