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Hannah whirled around and practically bumped into her hugely pregnant sister. Andrea was standing there grinning, her cell phone to her ear. Despite the fact that she was almost as big around as she was tall, Andrea still managed to look glamorous. She’d arranged her shining blond hair in an elaborate twist, her make-up was perfect, and she’d draped a forest-green cashmere scarf over her fawn-colored coat so artfully, she could have been the cover model for a maternity fashion magazine.
“You can hang up now, Hannah,” Andrea said.
“Right.” Hannah hung up the phone and hurried to take her sister’s arm. “Come with me. You’d better sit down. I’ll get another chair so you can put your feet up.”
“I don’t need to put my feet up. Doc Knight lifted every single one of my restrictions and gave me the green light to resume normal activities.”
Hannah glanced at Lisa, who looked every bit as shocked as she did. “But I thought he told you to take it easy until the baby was born.”
“He did. . . but that was then, and this is now. When he tested me this morning, he said he can’t wait much longer for me to go into labor. I’m overdue.”
“What does that mean?” Hannah asked.
“It means I should have delivered last week, or maybe even the week before. Doc says I’m getting too big, and that’s not good for the baby.” Andrea shrugged out of her coat, handed it to Hannah, and pointed at the middle of her wine red maternity dress. “See?”
Hannah’s eyes widened. She’d seen Andrea at the beginning of the week, but now it looked as if her normally petite sister had swallowed a large beach ball.
“Doc’s giving my until next Friday,” Andrea went on. “If I don’t have the baby by then, he’ll put me in the hospital and speed things up.”
“How is he going to do that?” Lisa asked.
“You don’t want to know. As a matter of fact, I don’t want to know, so I didn’t ask. I’m just hoping that if I move around enough, the baby will decide it’s time to get born.”
“Horseback riding,” Lisa suggested.
“What?” Hannah turned to her with a puzzled frown.
“That’s what my mother used to do. If she went past her due date, she just went out to my grandfather’s farm and went for a ride. She said that always did the trick.”
Hannah laughed and shook her head. “Thanks for telling us, but I don’t think this is the time for Andrea to hone her equestrian skills.”
“That’s right, especially since the one time Bill took me riding, I fell off. I’d much rather drive around town, but first I need coffee. I haven’t had a good cup of coffee for weeks! And then I need some chocolate to give me energy. After that, I want you to give me something to do.”
“Like what?” Lisa asked, as Hannah went off to get the coffee and cookies.
“Like . . . that’s up to you, but there’s absolutely nothing for me to do at home. Grandma McCann was just in to clean and get the nursery all ready.”
“How about decorating for Christmas?” Hannah suggested. “Once you have the baby, you might be too busy to put up the tree and everything.”
“It’s already up and the house is all decorated. Lucy Dunwight organized the whole thing with a coupled of the other kindergarten mothers and we had a party at my house. They did everything and the kids helped them. All I had to do was supervise from the couch.”
“That’s nice,” Hannah said, setting a mug and a napkin containing two Twin Chocolate Delights in front of her sister.
“So I have absolutely nothing to do. And I just thought that since tonight’s the Christmas party, you might have a last-minute recipe you don’t have time to test. I need to stay busy.”
“Thanks Andrea, but I think we’ve got it covered.” Hannah gave Lisa a warning glance that was meant to remind her that Andrea was among the ranks of the cuisine-challenged.
Lisa just smiled, ignoring Hannah completely. “Hannah’s right. We’ve got everything under control here, but I ran into Edna this morning and there’s something she really needs for the party.”
“Really?” Andrea took a sip of coffee and swallowed with obvious pleasure. “Why is your coffee so much better than mine?”
Hannah just shrugged, biting back the obvious answer. Freshly brewed coffee from freshly ground beans was bound to be better than instant coffee made in a microwave.
“So what does Edna need?” Andrea turned to Lisa again. “Whatever it is, I can make it. I’m not a very good cook, but I’ve got all day to get it right.”
Hannah cam close to groaning out loud. Any dish that Andrea prepared was bound to fail through no fault of its own.
“It’s not food,” Lisa explained. “Edna said people always forget to bring serving spoons and I promised to find someone who could round them up for her.”
“I can do that. It’s absolutely perfect for me. I’ll canvass house to house and while I’m at it, I’ll pass out calendars for Al. He’s got a really good one this year. It features twelve of the best houses sold through Lake Eden Realty, one for every month. And I sold ten of them!”
“I’m surprised it wasn’t all twelve,” Hannah said, grinning at her sister. Andrea was so good at talking people into things, she could probably get desert nomads to buy kitty litter. “So how about Lisa’s wedding? Will you take care of the arrangement?”
“Was there ever any doubt?” Andrea turned to Lisa with a laugh. “All you have to do is give me the guest list, and tell me your favorite color and your favorite flower. You can leave everything else up to me.”
“Thanks, Andrea. This really means a lot to me.” Lisa finished her coffee and stood up. “I’m going to start decorating those sugar cookies we baked for the party. Call me when it’s time, and I’ll open.”
Once Lisa had gone through the swinging door to the kitchen, Andrea leaned across the table. “If you give me two more cookies and a refill on the coffee, I’ll tell you what I just heard.”
Hannah wasted no time getting what her sister wanted. Andrea always exact payment for the latest Lake Eden gossip. “If it’s about Martin Dubinski’s new wife, Lisa already told me.”
“That’s old news. If you were a real estate professional like me, you would have heard about it yesterday.”
“Yes, but do you know about the twenty-thousand-dollar fur coat?”
“Twenty-two thousand,” Andrea corrected her. “At least that’s the way I heard it. But what I’ve got to tell you is new news, not old news. And it’s going to knock your socks off.”
“Okay. What is it?”
“It’s about Shawna Lee Quinn!”
“What about her?” Hannah took a deep breath and held it, hoping that her sister’s gossip didn’t include Mike.
“She’s leaving town tonight.”
“You’re kidding!”
“Would I kid about something that important? Bill called me from the station to tell me. there was a death in the family and Shawna Lee’s going back home to Georgia.”
Hannah curbed her impulse to cheer at Shawna Lee’s impending absence and did her best to react to the gravity of the situation. “I’m sorry for her loss. Who died?”
“Vanessa’s husband. And from what Shawna Lee told Bill, it wasn’t unexpected.”
“Who’s Vanessa?”
“Shawna Lee’s younger sister. They’re less than a year apart and they were really close growing up. Vanessa’s husband was an octogenarian.”
Hannah’s eyebrows shot up. Shawna Lee was in her middle twenties, and it seemed unlikely that her younger sister would marry a man who was sixty years her senior. “Her husband was in his eighties?”
“That’s what octogenarian means. Shawna Lee told Bill that they’d been married for a little over a year before he died.”
Hannah didn’t comment. It could have been a love match, but the term gold digger came to mind. She was trying to figure out a polite way to pose the question, when Andrea nodded.
“I know what you’re thinking and you’re right. He was a rich octogenarian and he owned a whole string of home improvement stores. Vanessa inherited everything and from what Shawna Lee told Bill, it amount to a lot of money!”
“How long is Shawna Lee staying?”
“I don’t know, for sure, but Bill asked her when he gave her the standard form to fill out.”
“Yes?” Hannah asked, holding her breath. She hoped it was a good long time.
“She said she wasn’t sure, that she’d been homesick for her sister and her family and she could hardly wait to go home for Christmas, even under these sad circumstances. She also promised to call him in two weeks to let him know whether she’d be coming back to her job . . . or not.”
“You mean there’s a chance she won’t come back?” Hannah could hardly believe her good fortune.
“That’s what it sounds like to me. Bill has to hold her job for a month. That’s a union regulation. But after that, the job can be posted at the sheriff’s discretion.”
“And Bill’s discretion will be right away?”
“It will be if I have anything to say about it! I feel the same way about Shawna Lee as you do, and her sister sounds like more of the same. I mean . . . I suppose it’s unfair of me to judge her when I’ve never even met her, but think back to when you were twenty-three.”
“Okay.” Hannah thought back to her college days and she remembered the efficiency apartment she’d rented in a crumbling stucco building six blocks from campus. She’d fixed it all up with low-cost decorations, and it hadn’t seemed to matter that if she took longer than a three-minute shower, she’d run out of hot water.
“You were young and you had the whole world ahead of you, right?”
“Right.”
“And you dated guys your own age, or a little older, right?”
Hannah shrugged. “I would have, if they’d asked me.”
“Good enough. Anyway. . . there you are, surrounded by all these good-looking guys your age. Would you have fallen in love with a sick old man in a wheelchair?”
Hannah did her best to think of a scenario that would fit the situation, but she came up blank.
“I didn’t think so,” Andrea said, interpreting Hannah’s silence as assent. “Vanessa married him for his money. There’s no other explanation. Let’s just hope she shares all that cash with Shawna Lee and both of them stay put in Georgia!”