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nursing home, and her son is trying to sell the house. He explained to Albert about some tax thing or another that makes it imperative to sell it before the end of the year. I think he might price it quite reasonably. It’s only two bedrooms, I believe, but for a single person or young couple it would be ideal.“
    “Single? Do we know anybody single, Jane?“ Shelley asked with a smile. “I hardly remember the state.“
    “The only single people I know are divorced with mobs of kids. Like myself.“
    “I didn’t know you were divorced, Jane,“ Fiona said, passing her an elegant china sugar bowl.
    “I put that badly. I’m not. I meant I’m a single parent with mobs of kids. I’m a widow.“
    “Oh, I’m so sorry. I had no idea. How tactless of me,“ Fiona said, a genuine blush of embarrassment brightening her cheeks.
    Jane almost smiled. How odd that Fiona, a rather famous widow herself, should apologize to Jane. “Please, don’t be sorry. It’s been nearly a year now, and I’m quite accustomed to it—“ Jane stopped. “Listen to me! I’m already picking up your accent. That’s a terrible habit. I don’t mean to do it.“
    “Jane grew up all over the world, and she tends to talk like whoever she’s talking to,“ Shelley explained. “Even if it’s just a speech impediment, she mimics it.“
    “I never!“
    “You certainly do. Remember that woman in the grocery store last week who couldn’t say her ‘r’s? She asked you where the sausages were, and you said, ‘Wight down the thiwd isle.’ “
    “I didn’t.”
    Fiona smiled and said, “Still, if you hear of anyone needing a small house, give me a call. We’re uneasy about it standing empty. One hates to have an invitation to vandalism so close, you know.”
    Shelley asked. “Doesn’t that Finch man live on the other side of it?”
    Fiona looked as if she’d been caught in something. “Yes, he does. But I really believe he’s harmless!“
    “Harmless! I wouldn’t call anybody who poisons dogs harmless,“ Shelley said.
    “There’s no proof it was Mr. Finch,“ Fiona said. Her voice lacked conviction. “We’ve never had any trouble with him.”
    Jane had been so interested in listening to Fiona’s accent that she’d hardly started on her tea when Shelley started bustling her along. “Fiona, we’ll be back tomorrow to help with setting up. Please don’t go to any trouble on your own.“
    “Please feel free to bring your houseguest along if she’s interested in helping out,“ Fiona said to Jane. There was something vaguely poignant in her voice. Loneliness? No, that couldn’t be, Jane thought. You can’t be rich and famous and lonely.
    As they reached the front entry, a man stepped into the area from another door. “Oh, Fiona, I didn’t know you had guests.“
    “Albert, this is Shelley Nowack and Jane Jeffry. They’re on the placement committee for the church bazaar.“
    “How nice to meet you, ladies,“ Albert Howard said. He was American—a plumpish man with thinning dull brown hair and oversized tortoiseshell bifocals that made his receding chin appear almost nonexistent. Fiona had taken his arm in an oddly protective gesture and was gazing at him as if he’d just spoken words of enormous import.
    “We’ve met before, I think,“ Jane said. “I substituted for Mary Ebert in the church choir one morning. You were there.”
    Albert stared at her for a minute, recognition dawning, then started to laugh. ‘Oh, yes! The director ended up asking you if you’d just hum.“
    “I didn’t expect you to remember the occasion in detail!“ Jane said. “My enthusiasm for music slightly exceeds my talents.“
    “Jane—?“ Shelley said with a meaningful glance at her watch.
     
    “Odd, aren’t they?“ Shelley said as they pulled out of the driveway moment alter.
    “You’re a mind reader,“ Jane said, smiling. “I had no idea he was Albert Howard. I see him in the church choir, but I never connected him with