Chapter Twelve

Delaney walked along the town’s

boardwalks, a canvas bag bulging with flyers over her shoulder as

she absorbed the peaceful vibe in Sisters on a beautiful late

spring morning. This kind of day made it hard to believe any of the

ugliness Sawyer had described was real.

She loved her little mountain town.

The oldest buildings were on Main Street, and over the past thirty

years many had been rehabbed with an eye to maintaining their

historic charm. Rehab had involved protecting the structures from

disasters, so the old wood-framed hardware store had been made fire

resistant, while brick buildings like the bank and the

turn-of-the-century firehouse were reinforced to prevent them from

crumbling in an earthquake.

Preservation and rehabilitation of the

old downtown had paid off. Now the area was a popular destination,

enticing tourists to spend time at the collection of shops selling

everything from antiques to bicycles.

There were several restaurants and

cafés, a bakery, and an old-fashioned ice cream parlor. Half

barrels serving as planters dotted the wooden boardwalk and burst

with spring blooms.

Another draw was the small museum at

the Sisters Mine that highlighted the region’s gold rush

history.

The mine was located in a wide canyon

carved into the base of Payback Mountain, and the road to the

museum and mine offered glorious views of the valley.

Delaney felt satisfaction that Cider

Mill Farm also brought visitors to the area. There was something

about picking your own berries and apples, and visiting a

hundred-year-old working farm, that appealed to people.

The fact of which further convinced

her condos and golf courses weren’t what the area

needed.

So far, every business she’d asked had

allowed her to post a flyer in the window advertising u-pick

berries at the farm with the dates listed of performances by the

local band Blue Moon. At the bottom, she’d added a plug for their

Labor Day kickoff of apple season.

She opened the door to Retro Days, the

shop owned by Mateo’s mom, Antonia Reynoso. Entering the shop made

her think she was walking into a TV set from a 70s

sitcom.

Antonia specialized in late

mid-century furniture and goods, mostly from the 50s to the 70s.

Over the speakers Delaney heard a full-throated chorus singing

about the age of Aquarius.

Album covers from bands like Jefferson

Airplane and Heart were displayed on a glass-topped coffee table

set in front of a cabinet TV. Delaney loved browsing through the

store, especially the vintage clothing selection that included

everything from tie-dyed blouses to flower-power

dresses.

“Oh, Delaney, it’s

you.”

Antonia wore what she sold, and today

she showcased a flowy dress matched with beaded bracelets and

earrings in Native American designs. With her long dark hair

streaked with gray, she looked like a hippie mom, and since she was

all about peace and love, the look was appropriate.

She wrapped Delaney in a hug that had

her holding on, eyes closed, and breathing in Antonia’s floral

scent. Mateo’s mom had always treated his friends like they were

her own children, with unconditional love and open arms.

She released Delaney but held onto her

hands to study her, warm eyes crinkling at the corners as she

smiled. “Don’t you look cute and fresh with your sleeveless top and

denim shorts. I bet it feels nice to have a day where you’re not

wearing work boots and dungarees.”

“It does. How’s the

wrist?” Delaney asked. She wanted to know, but also sought to

forestall the questions she knew were coming.

“Recovered. I have an

appointment Monday, and hopefully that cute Doctor Delicious will

give me the all-clear and I can ditch this thing.” She waved her

splint-immobilized wrist. “It slows me down.”

“Doctor

Delicious?”

“I heard the X-ray tech

calling him that when she and a nurse were talking. He’s new in

town, and let me tell you, they aren’t wrong. He is delicious. A

little like George Clooney when he was on that medical show a

couple decades back.

“If I were your age and

not married I’d take myself to see him every time I stubbed my

toe.” She gave Delaney her mom look, the one that said she knew

exactly what was going on in her head. “But Walker’s back so a hot

doctor won’t hold any appeal for you other than visual eye

candy.”

Before Delaney could react, Antonia

went on, “Anyway, I’ll see him Monday and hope he says my bones are

good as new. I’ll have to listen to another lecture about not

climbing ladders at my age. I’m sixty-four, not a hundred and four,

and the doctor looks to be all of thirty-four, so what does he

know?” She shook her head with a laugh. “Enough of that. I want to

know how you’re doing. You must be missing James something

fierce.”

“I’m fine.” Antonia

continued holding her hands, waiting her out until Delaney slumped

her shoulders. “Okay, not all the way fine. I miss him so much. I

keep thinking I’ll see him in the orchard with his pruners or in

his workshop building something amazing. It’s like losing him all

over again when I realize I’ll never see him again and that he’s

really gone.”

“He’s not gone, honey, not

as long as he’s in your heart. Mateo’s dad died four years ago and

I still talk to him every day. I can do that because he’s in my

heart. James is in your heart, and as long as he is, he’ll never

truly be gone.” Antonia gave her hands another squeeze before

letting go. “And Clara? I called her the other day. I asked how she

was getting on, but you know your gran, she wouldn’t tell me if she

were at death’s door. I’m asking you because I know you’ll tell me

straight, how’s she holding up?”

“She doesn’t share a lot

with me either, but she seems to be okay. She misses James too, but

she’s busying herself getting ready for her cruise. I’m glad she

has something to look forward to. She and DeeDee drove to

Sacramento today to shop for clothes. I can’t believe they’ll be

gone five months.”

“It’ll be good for her.”

Antonia gave Delaney a considering look. “Walker came by. He

brought me that beautiful bouquet because he says it made him think

of me.” She motioned to the counter where a bright bouquet of

sunflowers in varying shades of yellow and orange sat in a green

glass vase. “He does things that just grab at my heart, you know?

Did you know he called when my Carlos was in the hospital? He was

in Canada somewhere with no cell service, but he’d found a pay

phone so he could call. We all talked for an hour. I love that boy

like my own. I’m so glad he’s finally come home where he belongs.”

She sniffed and gave her eyes a quick swipe. “Okay, enough of that.

Let’s focus on something positive so I don’t end up a sobbing pile

of mush. What brings you to town today?”

Delaney drew a flyer from her bag.

“Can I post this in your window? We open for berry season week

after next so I’m getting the word out. I’m hoping we’ll have a

good year.”

“Your boysenberries are

the best, and people love visiting your farm. Go ahead and put a

flyer in the window. If you have extras, leave them on the checkout

counter and I’ll give them to folks with their receipt when they

make a purchase.”

“Oh, that’s an awesome

idea. Let me print up some half-size flyers for that and I’ll bring

them in.”

“Do that, because other

shop owners would be happy to do the same.”

Antonia walked outside with her after

Delaney taped the flyer in the window. “Oh, look at those gorgeous

clouds. We could get a thunderstorm.”

Indeed, thunderheads were building

over the mountain peaks north of town, huge billowing clouds

stacked atop one another.

“Looks like.” They could

use the rain, but thunderstorms also brought the danger of

lightning sparked wildfires. It was still early in the year, but

worry about fires was never far from the minds of people who lived

in a mountain town surrounded by pine forests.

Remembering her other reason for

stopping at Retro Days, Delaney tilted her head as she spoke.

“Antonia, you were friends with Melanie Brennan’s mom before she

moved away, weren’t you?”

“Oh, yes. That poor woman,

she had a tough time dealing with what happened to her daughter.

Blamed herself, as one does when you can’t be with your child when

she needs you most. We were friendly, but not close.”

“Have you heard from

her?”

Antonia’s bracelets jangled as she

brought up her hand to tap a finger on her chin. “Let’s see, it

must’ve been nearly a year ago she sent me an email. She said she’d

met a man who treated her well and they were getting married. She

deserves some happy and I told her so.”

“Did she mention

Melanie?”

“As a matter of fact, she

mentioned she has a granddaughter. She didn’t say directly, but I

got the feeling Melanie was raising the little girl on her

own.”

“Oh, wow. Melanie’s a mom.

Would you mind giving me her mom’s email address? I haven’t heard

from Melanie since she left town and I’d like to get in touch with

her.”

“Sure thing, I’ll look it

up when I get home from work and send it your way.”

A woman who looked like she might have

been a teenager when the wares of Retro Days were modern walked by

and stopped at the display of 70s lunch boxes in the window. She

nudged her companion and pulled him to the shop door.

“Yippee, customers.”

Antonia gave Delaney a little wave. “I’ve got to go, sweetie. Nice

catching up with you. I’ll send that email address this

evening.”

Delaney turned to the

narrow walkway between Retro Days and Three Sisters

Bakery, out of which pumped heavenly

smells that made her weak enough to consider going in for one of

their amazing cinnamon rolls.

Her mouth watered at the

thought. But she’d parked in the lot

behind the stores fronting Main Street and figured she should grab

her umbrella from her car in case the thunder rumbling across the

valley actually meant rain.

She thought about what Antonia’d said

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