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who started it, what happened, and even the time. Some say the fight started when the doors first opened this morning.”
    “That’s not true.” I crossed my arms and glared at Jasper. “Everything was orderly, maybe feisty on occasion, but no violence whatsoever until Darlene arrived.”
    Jasper frowned. “Faith, I’m only repeating what was told to me. I’m not saying you or your grandmothers stood by as women conducted a boxing match in the store.”
    “I’m sorry.” I shoved my hands into the back pockets of my jeans. “I don’t like anyone lying about my grandmothers.”
    “Now you know how I feel.” Hazel rubbed her daughter’s back. “Darlene is lying about my daughter.”
    “No.” Darlene slapped her hands against her legs. “That’s how I feel looking at the magazine. Belinda lied when she sent in those layouts. Those are mine. She stole them.” Darlene pointed at Belinda. “I will prove to the scrapbooking world that you are a fraud.”
    A gasp came from behind me. I turned. Ms. Amtower stood with a hand pressed to her chest.
    Belinda wailed and dropped her head to her mom’s shoulder. “Why is she doing this? I didn’t steal them. She gave them to me, so I submitted them.”
    Gave them to her?
    “Gave them?” Ted scribbled something in his notebook.
    “I need to call my lawyer.” Ms. Amtower pulled an iPhone from her purse and scurried toward the door. “This is not good.”
    “Wait!” Belinda made a valiant but failed attempt to grab the editor-in-chief’s arm as the woman hightailed it out of there. “Darlene said she didn’t like the pages so I could have them as my own.”
    “For you to put the photographs of our mother-daughter cruise on, you idiot. Not for you to say you designed and send them in for a contest.” Darlene clutched the magazine to her chest. “We were working on my mom’s birthday present. I never would’ve given you permission to submit them to a contest.”
    “You gave them to me. That makes them mine. You said they weren’t contest worthy,” Belinda shot back. “I wanted to prove you wrong. And I did.”
    “You cheated! You could have at least scraplifted the design instead of actually using my pages. I even paid for all those supplies!” Darlene tossed the magazine. It smacked Ted in the chest. “You just wait until I post about this. The chat board will eat you alive.”
    “That’s enough, Miss Johnson.” Ted narrowed his gaze and this time directed it at Darlene.
    “You’re a fraud.” Darlene swung back around and jabbed a finger at Belinda.
    “Do you want me to call your mother?” Ted asked.
    “No!” We all shouted. We had to teach Ted how the mom-threat worked around here and who to use it on.
    Usually the threat of calling a parent, especially a mother or grandmother, had “children” of any age behaving, but not so with this crew. Wyatt and Wayne...yep. The Hooligans...yep. Darlene...nope—especially when it came to a fight between her and Belinda. Hazel and Eliza were not only bitter rivals like their daughters, but had spent their whole lives trying to outdo the other. Throwing Eliza into this hot bed of emotions would create a brawl any Real Housewife would envy.
    “Call her.” Darlene smirked.
    I stood beside Ted and whispered. “Hatfield and McCoy battles are tame compared to Eliza and Hazel fights.”
    “Why don’t we just take it outside?” Gussie said. “Fill up a pool with some mud and let the girls wrestle it out.”
    Wayne and Wyatt looked over the candidates and cringed. I felt the same way. Besides, we were a store dedicated to promoting and encouraging preserving family memories, not feuds.
    “There will be no more fighting.” Ted announced and fingered the handcuffs attached to his belt. “Is that understood?”
    Grabbing her daughter’s hand, Hazel stalked out the door with her crying daughter trailing behind her. “We’re not taking any more of this. Darlene is just jealous she can’t take