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us looked down at Basil, who had begun whining and dancing in circles as he repeatedly ran to the French doors at the side of the shop.
    â€œWhat’s up with him?” Haley asked.
    Yarrow laughed. “I think he might want to introduce you to his buddy. Come on outside.”
    We followed her out to the patio area. A canopy of trees provided shade over the cushy chairs arranged around a fire pit. Curled up in one of the chairs was a gorgeous black-and-white cat snoozing.
    Haley walked directly toward the chair. “Oh, wow. Who’s this?”
    Yarrow smiled. “This is Merino, my cat, but he also claims the title of the shop mascot. Actually, it was Basil who found him last fall cowering in the bushes. Just a tiny kitten and I couldn’t resist him. So I took him to the vet, got his shots, and decided that for the first time in my life I’d become a pet owner.”
    I laughed and watched as Haley gushed over him. Merino opened one eye, then the other, gave a huge yawn, stood up, stretched and then proceeded to lie back down to resume his nap.
    â€œDoes he stay here all the time?” Haley questioned.
    â€œNo. I take him home with me each evening and bring him back in the morning. He sometimes wanders into the yarn shop but so far he hasn’t touched any of the yarn. For the most part, he prefers to be out here. Who’d like some coffee or tea?”
    We followed Yarrow back inside and while she headed to the back to prepare the drinks, I settled on a sofa with Chloe.
    â€œSo are you doing classes and knit-alongs?” I asked.
    Mavis Anne nodded. “Yes, we have my friend Louise teaching a class on entrelac once a week and our current knit-along is a sampler afghan. A few more weeks and that will be finished. Are you keeping up with your knitting?”
    I nodded. “Yes, actually, Petra took us to a yarn shop in Jacksonville yesterday and I got some Bamboo Pop to make myself a top.”
    â€œOh, I love that yarn,” Chloe said and pointed to a gorgeous mint green pullover displayed on a manikin. “I made that last month for our display.”
    â€œI’m so glad you decided to relocate here,” Mavis Anne said. “And it means so much to me that you’re willing to look after me when David and Clive leave for Italy.”
    â€œIt’s my pleasure. And I’m very grateful you’ve invited Haley and me to stay here.”
    I couldn’t help but wonder again why it was necessary for Mavis Anne to have a caregiver while her brother and his partner were away. Especially with Chloe right next door. But I did know that many nights Chloe and Basil stayed over at Henry’s condo on the beach. I also knew that Mavis Anne Overby could be a prima donna. She adored being waited on and spoiled.
    I smiled as I heard her say, “Oh, honey, it’s Koi House and I that are grateful. The house was ever so happy when Chloe moved in, but now with you and Haley here . . . well . . . my goodness, I have no doubt Koi House is filled with joy.”
    I caught the wink and smile Chloe sent my way and recalled what she’d shared with me the year before. Koi House had been the childhood home of Mavis Anne, David, and their deceased sister, Emmalyn. According to Chloe, Mavis Anne fully believed that her sister’s spirit still lingered and also that the house had a soul that was happiest when people resided within its walls. She claimed it had energy and enveloped those who lived there with love. I wasn’t sure if Chloe actually believed all of this, but she did indulge Mavis Anne in her beliefs.
    â€œHere we go,” Yarrow said, placing a tray with mugs of tea on the table in front of us.
    â€œThanks,” I said and took a sip of the lemon ginger tea. “Hmm, very good.” I wasn’t much of a tea drinker but had to admit that Yarrow’s brews were exceptional. “So when do you want me to begin working?”
    â€œWell, I