Part 13 (2/2)

in journals and such-'course they wouldn't be of much

interest to anyone now except to an old fool like me.”

”You never know. I'd like to see them.”

”I'll find them for you, Mrs. Carpenter. And I'll look for-

ward to seeing this story in the paper next week. Just write

the truth, that's all I ask.”

”You have my word, Mr. Westerly.”

re you sure you don't need any help in the kitchen?”

called Maggie from the library as she struck a

match to the crumpled newspaper beneath the

neatly arranged pile of kindling in the fireplace. She guessed

it to be Spencer's work, although he was nowhere in sight

just now, but judging by Daniel's orange Volkswagen Bug

parked right next to the barn, she suspected they were out

there practicing music.

”No, everything's under control in here,” replied Audrey.

”You just put your feet up and relax a little before Jed gets

here.”

Maggie sighed contentedly and looked on with satisfac-

tion as the wood began to ignite and crackle into bright

orange flames. Then she carefully placed several small aspen

logs on top and closed the metal grate. Sitting down on the

old leather couch, she leaned her head back and admired

how much this room had changed in the last couple of

months. No doubt it was her favorite room in the house

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