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dear.” She half rose. “Good deals at the market today?”
    “Yeah.” Misty quickly shooed her away, glancing at the clock. “Great. Is that class of yours really in half an hour? Sorry I’m so late. I bumped into someone.”
    “Someone you know?” Grandma raised her brows. “Or someone you’d like to?”
    “Actually, I met him yesterday. He’s handsome. Reckless. Been following me about the streets of Long Valley. And, he’s offered to sweep me off my feet and take me away from all this.” Misty looped the handful of carrot greens around the room.
    “No wonder you’re late.” Grandma smiled and played a finger up the condensation on her glass.
    Misty noticed the second, empty cup sitting in the kitchen sink. “You’ve had someone over?”
    “Posh. Not company. Just the man from the phone service.”
    An engine turned over in the front and roared to life. She turned to the window to see a repair vehicle driving away down the hill.
    “Was something wrong with the line?” Misty asked, watching the red and white repair truck disappear onto the main road.
    “No. I had our internet upgraded or some such thing. They said we could fly around that spider web thingy now.”
    “The world wide web, you mean.” Misty’s lips pursed. She swallowed a bubble of laughter. “So we can do nothing with the computer five times as fast?”
    “Funny.” Grandma’s lips pursed, veiling obvious amusement. “Now that Adele’s abroad, she’s sending mail across the wires. She doesn’t do anything low-tech—as they say—anymore. I thought it would be nice to keep up with her. I hope you won’t mind teaching me how to use that infernal contraption. Plus, it’ll be good for you to stay in touch with people, too.”
    Misty nodded, thinking that this week she’d already seen and spoken to more people than she had in ages. She practically lived like a hermit, pretending it was because of Grandma, when in fact it was Todd’s fault. Todd and his plans. Six months of grieving for shattered dreams and broken trust was long enough. Time to step out into the sun. Maybe with that handsome guitarist. And maybe, just maybe, she’d get the nerve enough to ask him out on a date the next time.
    “Computer lesson later.” She absently fussed with her grandmother’s hair, tucking a stray pin curl back into place. “First thing’s first. Let’s get you to that art class at the senior center. Ready?”
    Twenty minutes later, Misty walked them up the granite stairs to the Evergreen Senior Center, her arm securely braced around Grandma’s back. The warm California breeze licked her ankles, kicking up her mid-calf length peasant skirt. Misty darted a glance around to see if anyone noticed more than a fair shot of her legs, and gathered the fabric in her free hand so she wouldn’t flash the world.
    A suntanned figure leaned against one of the stone columns, guitar at his feet, a stack of papers in his hands, sunglasses perched on his nose. A smile touched the corners of his mouth then broadened, and his head rose in a nod.
    “Good grief!” Misty’s heart slammed.
    “What is it, child?” Grandma looked up, seeing the handsome man now waving in their direction. “Who is that? Do we know him?”
    “That’s the guy I saw at the market today.” Misty gave a slight wave and chewed her lip, her duty to Grandma overriding the urge to go talk to him.
    He pushed off the column and took a step toward them, holding out a hand to stop her. “Misty! Wait…”
    “Sorry! We’re late.” She tapped her bare wrist, turned, and hurried them toward the senior center doors. “Come on.”
    “Do you want to go say hello?” Nona whispered, all but giggling. “I’ll sit here and wait…”
    “No.” Her protest too loud, she winced, opened the door, and ushered Grandma through. “It’s fine. Long Valley’s a small town. I’m bound to see him again sometime.”
    Misty glanced back at her clutched flyer for the classroom number, and