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and I met with him and we were both impressed. Brian said he’d like to rebuild The Lighthouse the way it was. He even wants to keep the name.”
    â€œBut that was your restaurant,” her grandmother protested.
    â€œTrue, but he’s willing to pay us for the name and everything.”
    Her grandmother paused again, as if she needed time to absorb the news. “Are you going to do it? And what about the tearoom? Where will you build that?”
    Justine explained that Al Finch had shown them a piece of commercial property off Heron Avenue that he owned and was planning to sell. The location was perfect for The Victorian Tea Room. “We signed the papers earlier this week.”
    There was another moment of silence.
    â€œYou aren’t disappointed in us, are you, Grandma?”
    â€œNo,” her grandmother assured her. “I think this is wonderful news.”
    So did Justine. All the hard work they’d put into The Lighthouse wouldn’t go to waste now. Seth had given the new owner his suggestions on how to rebuild the restaurant, and now that she was no longer involved, she looked forward to seeing it emerge from the ashes.
    â€œIt’s happened so fast.”
    â€œIt has,” Justine agreed, “but it feels right. This new location is much better for the tearoom and there’s more parking. I can’t believe how all of this practically fell into our laps.”
    â€œI’m pleased for both of you,” her grandmother said.
    â€œI am, too.” Justine gazed longingly into the backyard. Seeing Seth with Leif brought her a feeling of contentment, of satisfaction. This was what she’d always wanted, what she’d hoped for in her marriage.
    â€œI should get home,” Charlotte said. “Ben’s probably wondering what’s keeping me.” She finished her iced tea, put her knitting back in her bag and stood up.
    â€œIt’s wonderful to see you, Grandma.”
    â€œYou, too, sweetheart.” She kissed Justine’s cheek. “I’ll start writing down those recipes. I’ll do my best to remember them all, so if I forget any, let me know.” She frowned. “I’d better go through the ones I cut out from magazines, too. And the ones I was given at wakes.”
    â€œIsn’t that where you got your fabulous coconut cake recipe? At a wake?”
    â€œYes—Mabel Austin’s. Back in ’84.”
    Justine grinned at this, but she supposed that a great recipe wasn’t the worst memorial someone could have.
    â€œI’ll just step outside and say hello to Seth and Leif,” Charlotte murmured as she carried her empty glass to the sink. “My goodness, that young man is growing. I don’t remember him being nearly that tall.”
    â€œSeth or Leif?” Justine asked with a laugh. It was true; Leif was tall for his age, but then his father was a big man.
    â€œLeif, of course,” her grandmother said, obviously missing the joke.
    â€œBy the way…” Justine opened the patio door. “We’re barbecuing chicken tonight and I’m using a recipe I got from you.”
    â€œThe one with soy sauce and honey? I picked that up at a wake, too.”
    Justine couldn’t hold back a smile. “Whose wake? Do you remember?”
    â€œOf course I do,” she answered in a dignified voice. “Norman Schultz. 1992. Or was it ’93?” With that Charlotte walked outside.
    Penny and Leif ran toward her. Knowing he needed to be gentle with his great-grandmother, Leif pulled up short and then stood still, giving Charlotte the opportunity to hug him. Penny, however, felt no such constraint. With one sharp command, Seth controlled the dog, who promptly sat. After she’d finished chatting with Leif, Charlotte leaned over to stroke Penny’s fur. She gave Justine a final wave, then Seth walked her out to her car.
    When he returned to the kitchen, he asked, “Is that for