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spheres in the trees around the property. There were countless other odds and ends that littered the yard. Mason stopped in the center of it all and looked around the yard, hands akimbo. “There’s more here than I remember.”
    Aspen stopped alongside her. “That’s a good thing.”
    “Yeah.” Mason scratched her head. “It will just fill up my workshop and my yard. I was hoping for a little room to do a few more pieces.”
    Mason’s workshop was a garage that resembled the best machinist shop a person could ask for. Hydraulic pipe bender, pipe roller, oxygen-acetylene welding torch, jump shears, an English wheel and a collection of different types of hammers and anvils and other odds and ends. Piles of old, scrap metal went into the garage with no shape at all and came out as beautiful pieces of artwork. Mason was so well-known locally that she spent quite a bit of time doing commissioned pieces that brought in a much steeper price than her art show pieces, which made up the majority of the ones in Anne Cabot’s yard. “I guess just start stacking it in the garage.”
    Lex and Aspen nodded and began gathering her sculptures and carrying them across the alley to the garage. Aspen was careful not to pick any of the larger pieces or tug too hard to get the smaller ones out of the ground.
    Mason slipped on her work gloves and bent over to pull out the base to one of her larger sculptures, a large green geode that was suspended in a circle by thin pieces of metal, giving it the look of a floating orb. She didn’t hear Mrs. Cabot’s door open or notice the footsteps on the porch.
    “Can I help you?”
    The words startled Mason and she fell backwards, landing on her butt in the soft grass. “Son-of-a-bitch. You scared the bejesus out of me.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    Mason pushed herself up and met the woman’s questioning eyes. “I’m Mason. Who are you?”
    “Marly Cabot. And I’ll ask again…can I help you?”
    “Sure.” Mason shot her a smile. “Grab those pieces over there and follow me.”
    “That’s not what I meant.” Marly pushed her hand through her shoulder-length brown hair and her brown eyes flashed impatiently. “What are you doing in my yard?”
    Mason bristled at her curtness. “Your yard? This is Anne’s house. Who are you?”
    “I’m Anne’s daughter.” Marly came down the steps and stopped in front of Mason. “May I ask why you are taking my mother’s things?”
    Marly was now close enough that Mason could see her eyes were red-rimmed and knew she had been crying. “I’m sorry about your mother. She and I were quite close.”
    “Thank you.” Marly’s tight-lipped stare remained despite Mason’s attempt at being nice. “Now, about the sculptures?”
    Mason stared at the smaller woman, dumbfounded. She wasn’t sure what the woman had against her, or if she was just that surly to everyone who came along. Either way, it hit a raw nerve. “Listen, there’s no need to get uptight. Your mom and I had an arrangement. She let me display my pieces in her yard. Now that she’s…” Mason fumbled for the words and pushed back the tears that threatened to fall. “…I can’t keep them here anymore.”
    “You’re the artist?” Marly’s face softened slightly, but she kept her distance. “My mother mentioned you. Can you just leave it for now? I’ll let you deal with it later. Right now, I’d appreciate it if you just left me alone.”
    “Uh…yeah, sure.” Mason hesitated, unsure if she should push further on the matter. It was her art after all, not Anne’s, and certainly not Marly’s. “I’ll come back later.”
    “I’ll let you know when you may come over.” Marly turned to leave then spun back around and faced Mason, pinning her with a hard gaze. “You live in the house with the junk in the backyard, right?”
    Mason nodded, unable to speak. Not one to react so drastically, Marly had pushed all her buttons and then some and Mason was ticked off. First, Marly