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three boys, Dorothy, and Felicity, who is seventeen and dating Sam Fischer, Eli Fischer’s son from East Sullivan. Do you know him?” Being new to an area held some disadvantages, one being not knowing family histories. Sam seemed like a very nice boy, but maybe his family tree had a few ax murderers hanging out on some branches.
    â€œI know Eli. Good, honest man. Can’t imagine the son being too much different. Hardworking family.”
    Dorothy would be relieved to hear that, even though she was having a hard time adjusting to her baby dating boys who drove. “There is also Bojangles, whom you met, two cats, Dumb and Dumber, an iguana, and a twenty-gallon fish tank that usually has a dead fish or two floating on the top.” No matter how hard she tried, it was nearly impossible to keep any fish alive for more than a month. The boys already had next month’s fish picked out.
    â€œI’d hate to have your food bill. What do you do, own stock in Purina?”
    â€œI’m not that lucky.” She wished she owned some stock, any stock. Then again, with the way the stock market rose and fell, it would probably cause her more headaches than it was worth. How rich could she get on cat food?
    â€œMom!” shouted Corey from inside the house. “Tucker’s taking my candy.”
    â€œI’m not!”
    â€œAre too.”
    Chase, minus his beard and hat, opened the front door. “Grandmom says that Mr. Armstrong has to come in. She has something for him.”
    â€œCould you tell her that I really don’t want anything, Jenni?”
    â€œNot in this lifetime. No one says no to Dorothy. Just take whatever she’s giving you. It’s probably pumpkin bread or sugar cookies.” She smiled at Coop as she held the door open for him. “It’s how she thanks people. By giving them high cholesterol.”
    Coop brushed sawdust off his jeans and wiped his feet. “What, she wants to keep the doctors in practice?”
    â€œNo, but she does own a few shares of stock in some drug companies.” Jenni tried to hold her smile as she entered the house. She had been hoping that some magical little elves had visited and cleaned up the place. No such luck. If possible it was worst than when she had left two hours ago.
    The kids had been stripping out of their costumes, leaving them where they landed. Candy wrappers were everywhere, and it looked like Dumber had been eating the mulberry candle she had on the coffee table again. Chunks of maroon wax were hacked up on the area rug that hadn’t seen a vacuum in days. Legos and Hot Wheels were scattered everywhere, along with some of the boys’ artwork.
    Chase had been constructing a tower out of marshmallows and toothpicks. Tucker and Corey had been doing noodle pictures, which consisted of lots of different-shape uncooked noodles and about a gallon of Elmer’s glue. Three months ago the local vet, Merle Sherman, wasn’t too happy with her or the boys when Bojangles ate Tucker’s noodle picture of Spider-Man. The dog wasn’t too happy with the vet, or its treatment.
    â€œPlease excuse the mess.” It didn’t matter who it was, she always seemed to be apologizing for how the house looked. It wasn’t her fault there weren’t enough hours in the day or that she was born with only two hands.
    Corey went running for the steps, clutching his bag of candy and screaming. Tucker was fast on his tail. “Stop!” she shouted and held up her hand. “Enough.”
    Both boys came to a screeching halt. “But Mom,” whined Corey, who had somehow managed to get out of his caterpillar outfit, all but the green tights and a baggy T-shirt. He looked like a demented Robin Hood with his face still painted green, with purple polka dots. For some reason, Corey had insisted on the dots.
    â€œNo buts.” She held out her hand. “The candy stays in the kitchen, not