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little bluff overlooking the ocean last year before he took so sick. The minute he’d seen how she’d decorated her place, he’d thought of those bare little cabins and the potential Marie could bring to them.
    Mom did a great job of helping Dad run this place, but she was more function over beauty. She kept the books and made sure all supplies were kept in stock. That, and her cooking. Her cooking was to die for.
    Surprisingly it had been Dad who thought of several of the little aesthetic touches around the place. Dad was the one who’d taken the old red canoes and turned them into flowerbeds under the front windows. He was the one who’d thought to add the gazebo at the far corner of the lawn overlooking the beach, and had even draped fishing nets and tackle along the outside to make it look like it belonged.
    Unfortunately, Reece took after Mom more than he did Dad in that area. And if they were going to bring those cabins up to their potential, they were going to need some help.
    But all those thoughts were a bit premature. He studied his dad’s face. So thin and sunken and gaunt. The doctors had said any day now. But miracles still happened, right? He couldn’t just go on planning like Dad wouldn’t be here, could he? And yet…he must go on planning exactly in that vein.
    Dad pulled in a shuddering breath and mumbled something unintelligible in his sleep. It was so hard to see him like this. The man who’d always been so strong and vital. The man who never even retired until the cancer took hold of him at seventy-five. Even though he’d been older when Reece was born, Reece couldn’t remember a day when he hadn’t admired his dad’s strength. Even now his strength showed through in a different way as he bravely battled a disease which was slowly sucking the life out of him. He was glad Dad was getting some sleep this afternoon, because when the guests started arriving for the welcome-home gig Mom had put together for him, the man was going to insist on sitting up and visiting, and he wouldn’t get much rest.
    Reece glanced at his watch. If he wanted to get Marie’s groceries to her and make sure she’d been able to get to the pharmacy, he’d better get going. Mom would clean his clock if he wasn’t back on time.
    He poked his head back into the kitchen. “Dad’s resting fine. I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”
    Mom was humming as she put groceries away. “That’s fine, dear. Don’t rush. Kylen Sumner said he’d be happy to man the grill for me tonight so you can mingle with the guests. Did you get the pickles?”
    “Pickles!” Reece cringed. “There’s a reason why I forgot the pickles. And it’s a good one too.”
    Mom raised a quizzical brow.
    Reece snapped his fingers and pointed in her direction. “But it’s a bit of a long story. I’ll run by Thrift and Save and buy them on my way back tonight.”
    Snagging his hat off the peg by the door, he slid it on and jogged to his truck. Marie had had a few cold things in her cart, and he hoped they would still be fine by the time he got them back to her. He would have just dropped them by on his way out to the house, but he knew Mom had needed some of their groceries for her preparations for tonight’s menu, and Marie’s place lay in the opposite direction of Mom and Dad’s.
    When he arrived at Marie’s door a few minutes later carrying her three small bags of groceries, he was surprised to find her door wide open. The door to the apartment across the hall—the only other apartment on this level of the old refurbished house—was open also, and some fairly loud music blared out. He wondered if Marie had to put up with the noise often. “Hello?” He poked his head inside her door.
    Alyssa sat on the living room floor watching Bugs Bunny. She turned to look at him, and her eyes lit up. “Hi!”
    He grinned. “I brought your groceries; is your mom home?”
    Alyssa pointed across the hall. “Mr. Meyer askded her to paint that