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Hopefully her deteracy to her darling aunt whom she missed so much

“Jean should have told you to sell the place for every penny you could get and travel the world,” said Claudia while dusting a coh she’d stayed in Pine Hill all her life, she was known for wishing she’d spent her life dashing froone on a vacation or tith her husband

Maybelle rolled her eyes “As if you could pry our Sarah out of Pine Hill”

Sarah laughed “Are y’all trying to get rid of me?”

“Pine Hill would be lost without you,” Claudia assured her, the others nodding their agreement

“We’d be lost without you,” Ruby clarified “My Charlie is alwaysat how much joy you add to our lives”

S at the love she had for and received from these ladies, Sarah tied off a knot at the end of the plastic canvas piece she orking on “Good thing you think so, because I’ Pine Hill is home”

It had been for four generations of Sarah’s family Even if she and her dad were the only ones left, the small Kentucky toas a part of who she was

“I can’t i anywhere but here”

Clicking the completed piece of canvas into another she’d already done, she surveyed her work It would be even better once decorated with the sparkly glitter, tiny pearls, and sequins The snowflakes had been a big hit last year at their church booth at the Christmas festival In fact, they’d sold out—which hy they planned to double how many they made this year The proceeds helped fund backpacks filled with school supplies for needy kids each fall, goodie baskets for hospitalized patients’ family members, and so hout the year

Sarah loved the warmth within this community and the care people showed for each other She truly wouldn’t want to live anywhere other than where her parents ether

“Me, either,” Ruby sighed, a bit nostalgically “Pine Hill is the perfect backdrop for my love story with Charlie”

A noise that was so and a snort harrumphed from Rosie’s throat

“Don’t listen to her,” Claudia warned, cutting plastic canvas pieces to be used to o see the world London, Paris, Ro for you”

“That’s not the world calling for her,” Maybelle advised drily, gluing down a row of faux pearls “That’s your hearing aid squeaking and squawking”