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have ducked out without further ado.
    He opened the driver's door of the Suburban, and Ginger made the leap, scrabbling across to the passenger seat. Olivia looked at her in surprise, since she usually wasn't that agile, but Brad reclaimed her attention soon enough.
    "Is everything okay with you, Livie?" he asked. He and the twins were the only people in the world, nowthat Big John was gone, who called her Livie. It seemed right, coming from her big brother or her sisters, but it also made her ache for her grandfather. He'd loved Thanksgiving even better than Christmas, saying he figured the O'Ballivans had a great deal to be grateful for.
    "Everything's fine," Olivia said. "Why does everybody keep asking me if I'm okay? Meg did--now you."
    "You just seem--I don't know--kind of sad."
    Olivia didn't trust herself to speak, and suddenly her eyes burned with moisture.
    Brad took her gently by the shoulders and kissed her on the forehead. "I miss Big John, too," he said. Then he waited while she climbed onto the running board and then the driver's seat. He shut the door and waved when she went to turn around, and when she glanced into the rearview mirror, he was still standing there with Willie, both of them staring after her.

CHAPTER THREE
    A LTHOUGH B RAD LIKED to downplay his success, especially now that he didn't go out on tour anymore, he was clearly still a very big deal. When Olivia arrived at the building site on the outskirts of Stone Creek at nine forty-five the next morning, the windswept clearing was jammed with TV news trucks and stringers from various tabloids. Of course the townspeople had turned out, too, happy that work was about to begin on the new animal shelter--and proud of their hometown boy.
    Olivia's feelings about Brad's fame were mixed--he'd been away playing star when Big John needed him most, and she wasn't over that--but seeing him up there on the hastily assembled plank stage gave her a jolt of joy. She worked her way through the crowd to stand next to Meg, Ashley and Melissa, who were grouped in a little cluster up front, fussing over Mac. The baby's blue snowsuit was so bulky that he resembled the Michelin man.
    Ashley turned to smile at Olivia, taking in her trim, tailored black pantsuit--a holdover from her job interview at the veterinary clinic right after she'd finished graduate school. She'd ferreted through boxes until she'd found it, gone over the outfit with a lint roller to get rid of the ubiquitous pet hair, and hoped for the best.
    "I guess you couldn't quite manage a dress," Ashley said without sarcasm. She was tall and blond, clad in a long skirt, elegant boots and a colorful patchwork jacket she'd probably whipped up on her sewing machine. She was also stubbornly old-fashioned--no cell phone, no internet connection, no MP3 player--and Olivia had often thought, secretly of course, that her younger sister should have been born in the Victorian era, rather than modern times. She would have fit right into the 1890s, been completely comfortable cooking on a wood-burning stove, reading by gaslight and directing a contingent of maids in ruffly aprons and scalloped white caps.
    "Best I could do on short notice," Olivia chimed in, exchanging a hello grin with Meg and giving Mac's mittened hand a little squeeze. His plump little cheek felt smooth and cold as she kissed him.
    "Since when is a year 'short notice'?" Melissa put in, grinning. She and Ashley were fraternal twins, but except for their deep blue eyes, they bore no noticeable resemblance to each other. Melissa was small, an inch shorter than Olivia, and wore her fine chestnut-colored hair in a bob. Having left the law office where she worked to attend the ceremony, she was clad in her usual getup of high heels, pencil-straight skirt, fitted blazer and prim white blouse.
    Up on stage, Brad tapped lightly on the microphone.
    Everybody fell silent, as though the whole gathering had taken a single, indrawn breath all at the same time. The