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easily replied, ”You do have a knack for baking. I'm impressed.”
Her niece turned and beamed at her. ”You are? Really?”
”Of course.” The blueberry muffin was the best she'd tasted. Ever. ”You know, my grandmother---your father's grandmother---worked in a bakery for years. Maybe you have inherited her talent.”
”What was her name?”
”Evelyn,” Rose said after thinking a moment. ”She's the grandmother who left me the beach house. She must have liked bowls, because the kitchen is full of them.”
”Really?”
”Really. I will pack them up and send them to you when I get back,” she promised, and felt a queasiness in the pit of her stomach. She shouldn't have eaten another muffin.
”A bakery,” Francisca mused. ”Where was it?”
”In Providence, I guess.” She wiped her hands.
”We should go shopping for a wedding dress, Francisca. You are running out of time.”
”Do you know the name?”
”Of what?”
”The bakery.”
”No.” Rose got up, went over to the counter and watched, fascinated, as Francisca filled the delicate little tarts with apricot filling. ”We could drive to Marysville tomorrow morning and shop. It's a good-size town and must have a mall or specialty shops that have long dresses.”
”Sure,” Francisca said, but Rose knew she wasn't really paying attention to a word. This wedding discussion was like trying to push a snowball uphill.
”Is Bobby all set?”