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platter stacked with the silver dollars.
    “Thanks Mom.   Don’t mind if I do,” Mitch took the
plate and sat down on the end stool next to the twins.
    “You threw a great party last
night,” said Mitch to Caroline as she handed Brian a plate.
    “We were so glad you came,” said
Caroline.   She put the mixing bowl
into the dishwasher.   “What did you
think?”
    “About the plans for the Walker
house?   Well Brian just showed them
to me and I think they are amazing as always, but the material costs are going
to go way up.”
    Caroline cut him off, “—No,
not about that.”
    “What do I think about what?”
    “Oh never mind.”   Caroline frowned.   “Hey are you going up to the Johansson
house this morning?”
    “Sure am, why?”
    “Would you mind dropping something
off for me?” asked Caroline.
    “No not at all.”
    Brian’s eyes met with Caroline as
she walked into the other room.   She
scrunched her nose at him and grinned.
    A moment later Caroline came back
holding a paper bag, “Could you please drop these at the Bellen house?   It would be a big favor.   Abby forgot these and I want to get them
to her along with some food for her and her Dad.”
    “For Abby eh?   Well I guess.”
    “Thanks Mitch, I would really
appreciate it.   I have to get the
twins ready for school and need to express mail those papers to the Walkers
and--,”
    “—Ok, ok no worries.   I have to run to the garage first but I
can drop the bag off after that.”

 
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    Abby heard the whistle of the
teakettle.   She pulled her sweater
over her head and walked into the kitchen.   She was startled to see someone standing on the porch.   The shadow could not be Will because she
had just seen him out by the lake.   A soft knock came on the door and Abby peered through the light lace
curtain.   Mitch was standing on the
porch in a dark brown Carhart jacket and bibs.   He held a ruffled brown paper bag under
his arm and was gently knocking with two coffees stacked in his hand.   Abby opened the door with her usual
‘always happy to see you’ smile.
    “Hi there,” said Abby.   She sincerely was happy to see him.
    “Hey there,” said Mitch.   “I’m sorry to bother you.”   He offered her the paper bag adding,
“Caroline asked to me drop this off.”
    “Thanks.”
    “No bother at all.”
    Mitch peered past her to the
whistling kitchen.
    “Oh,” Abby glanced over her
shoulder, “I was just about to have a cup of tea.   Would you like one?”
    Mitch smiled and gestured toward
the two coffees that he held in his hand.   “Right,” said Abby.   “Well
come on in then.”
    “It’s no problem?” asked Mitch.
    “Don’t be silly.”
      Abby opened the door farther and waved
her arm back into the kitchen.
    “Well here is the kitchen.   Let me take your jacket and have seat at
the table,” said Abby.   She hung
Mitch’s jacket on one of the hooks by the door then took the kettle from the
stove.
    Mitch raised a coffee cup toward
the painting above the table, “That painting really captures the morning view
of the lake.”
    Abby paused and gazed at the
painting, “The lake is lovely with the sun shining
down on the surface.”   She then
returned to the counter to prepare the tea.
    “That’s pretty much the way the
lake is right now.   It’s a beautiful
day out there,” said Mitch.
    “That is something I do miss about
being out here.”
    Abby stood at the counter for a
moment then removed the steeped bags.   She brought two cups of Earl Grey tea to the table and set one in front
of Mitch.
    “You have to try this.   I am sure the coffee is getting cold by
now.”
    “It is,” said Mitch.   He actually had just bought the coffee
at Lakeside Diner before coming over.
    Mitch tasted the tea, “Its
delicious.”
    “It’s because of the honey.   I mixed it in with the milk.”
    “Is this honey from Mr. Wilkin’s
hives?”
    Abby nodded, “A local treasure.”
    “It is