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“And you know this because?”

He grinned and his eyes twinkled “Well, I suppose that would be because I was one of those teenagers”

She smiled as she looked down into her chowder bowl Art Ellis could be a charmer too, couldn’t he?

“But you need to talk to someone who knew Edith and Elijah,” he said He looked around the diner until he found who he was looking for “Hey, Isabel Come on over here a minute”

Abby’s fingers tightened on her spoon Good heavens, anyone who had known her great-grandparents would have to be at least ninety, wouldn’t they? She spooned up ot stone-cold

“What are you going on about, Arthur? And it’s Mrs Frost to you,” the sharp voice replied from a corner of the restaurant

Mindless of the other patrons, Art let out a sigh “Well, if you don’t want to meet Marian’s niece, fine by me”

It took a while for the elderly woot there she didn’t mince words Her white curls bobbed as she nodded at Abby “I’ll sit over here, if you don’tnext to the likes of you, Arthur Ellis Biggest troubleirls” The white-haired woman used the counter to help lever herself up, and sat doith an ooed her finger at Arthur “You were always more trouble than you orth”

“You loved ave Abby a wink “They all lovedkid”

Abby took the bait “I think you are probably right, Mrs Frost Charh that, don’t you agree?”

Isabel Frost laughed, a wheezy sound that rin “Your aunt Marian would have said just that,” she confirmed “And she probably did, many a time”

Once again Abby had been compared to her aunt, and in a positive way She wasn’t quite sure how to feel about that

“Mrs Frost taught hties,” Art explained “She knew Marian Knew Edith, too”

“Edith Prescott was beautiful,” Isabel proclaimed “She was a few years older than me, but I remember Sweet and polite, bit of a stubborn streak, and with the eous hair It was a hazelnut brown and so thick And a beautiful bride, too The day she married Elijah Foster she was radiant Not a year later she had Marian She was so happy then Elijah doted on her and she had everything a girl could have wanted We all lived for an invitation to the Fosters’ for a party And oh, rand ones”

Gorgeous, dark hair—could the woman in the photo on the mantel be Edith? The baby was probably Marian then The records showed that Edith had died in 1945 Maybe, Abby considered, it was the only picture Marian had of herself with her mother How sad