am so, so sorry about your grandmother.â
âThank you.â She wiped away a tear. This was why she had come early. She wanted to get this over with, this seeing everyone for the first time after her
abuela
âs deathâ¦this pain hitting afresh, like a paper cut that couldnât heal because she kept touching it.
They clasped hands in silence. In a subtle way, the moment intensified Christâs comfort more than words could. They sniffed and then smiled through tears. Isabel sensed this was another reason she came today. After her grandmother, Lia was the most joyful woman she had ever met. Such women knew the depths of sorrow firsthand.
Isabel hadnât heard the entire story. Lia had arrived in Valley Oaks only that summer. When she came to church and met Britte Olafsson and Isabel, an instant rapport sprangup between the three of them. Since that time, she and Britte had pitched in at the shop and the upstairs apartment, helping their new friend get her feet on the ground.
âIsabel, your box is
moving
.â
âLook.â She lifted out the kitten. âHer name is Nutmeg. Gina gave her to me. I thought Chloe would enjoy playing with her today.â
âOh, how sweet! Sheâll want one.â
âWell,â Isabel cleared her throat, âGina happens to have this mama cat out at Bradyâs, and Brady is not exactly a kitten kind of guy. I thought itâd be a great âwelcome to Valley Oaksâ gift, so I called Gina. Thereâs a kitty earmarked for Chloe if you give the okay.â
Liaâs eyes were wet again. âThank you, Isabel. Youâve all been so thoughtful.â
âHey, weâre just grateful to have you here. You kept the pharmacy in town. I canât wait to get you singing in the choir and to a book club meeting. Now, when do I get to meet Chloe?â
âWe snuggled a bit this morning, and then I told her to go back to sleep. We didnât get home until midnight. It was such an unbelievable day! Speaking of the choir, youâll have to ask Cal Huntington what he thinks about my singing.â
âCal?â
Lia relayed the story, ending with her rendition of a hulking teddy bear avoiding eye contact.
When their giggles finally subsided, Isabel said, âHeâs my neighbor. And he goes with Dotâs daughter, Tammy.â
Lia shook her head. âI will never get the hang of all the interrelationships in this town.â
âOh, just give yourself six months. It took me a year, but youâre smarter than I am. All right, put me to work.â
Like most Monday mornings, this one kicked into high gear promptly at nine oâclock, two minutes after Dot Cassidy waltzed in to take her place at the cash register beside Lia in the back of the store.
Isabel enjoyed her role of chatting with customers and covering the front register. The simple changes Lia had already incorporated exuded a pleasant small-town environment. Her pharmacy area was located at the back, with the drugs and counter in one corner and a waiting area in the other with four new wicker arm chairs and a coffee table holding magazines. Besides the regular array of drugstore items, the pharmacy now carried distinctly more tasteful cards, organic herbal teas, Bradyâs books, delightful gifts for any occasion, and an assortment of candles, their delectable scents permeating the shop.
Cal walked in before ten oâclock, carrying a paper bag with the hardware storeâs logo and a drill. âMorning, neighbor.â
âGood morning, Cal.â Isabel winked at him. âIâve heard you were upstairs already! Donât you think Liaâs done wonders with the place? Especially the
shower?
â
âLike I saw
that
, Miss Nosy Mendozy,â he bantered, although his tan deepened three shades and his jaw worked furiously on a piece of gum. âWhy donât you announce it on your show?â
âMaybe I will.â