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solution, at least for the short term.
    She pulled her aging SUV beside her stepmother’s snappy little roadster and, grabbing the bag, dashed through the rain to the door.
    She knocked. They’d given her a key, but she wasn’t comfortable just letting herself in.
    Jolene, svelte in black yoga pants and a snug black top, looking entirely too young to be chasing sixty, opened the door.
    “I interrupted your workout.”
    “Just finished. Thank God!” She dabbed at her face with a little white towel, shook back her cloud of honey-blond hair. “Misplace your key, honey?”
    “Sorry. I can’t get used to using it.” She stepped in, listened. “It’s much too quiet. Are the boys chained in the basement?”
    “Your dad took them into the Peabody to see the afternoon duck walk. I thought it’d be nice for just the three of them, so I stayed here with my yoga tape.” She cocked her head to the side. “Dog’s snoozing out on the screened porch. You look smug.”
    “I should. I’m hired.”
    “I knew it, I knew it! Congratulations!” Jolene threw out her arms for a hug. “There was never any question in my mind. Roz Harper’s a smart woman. She knows gold when she sees it.”
    “My stomach’s jumpy, and my nerves are just plain shot. I should wait for Dad and the boys, but ...” She pulled out the champagne. “How about an early glass of champagne to toast my new job?”
    “Oh, twist my arm. I’m so excited for you I could just pop!” Jolene slung an arm around Stella’s shoulders as they turned into the great room. “Tell me what you thought of Roz.”
    “Not as scary in person.” Stella set the bottle on the counter to open while Jolene got champagne flutes out of her glass-front display cabinet. “Sort of earthy and direct, confident. And that house!”
    “It’s a beaut.” Jolene laughed when the cork popped. “My, my, what a decadent sound in the middle of the afternoon. Harper House has been in her family for generations. She’s actually an Ashby by marriage—the first one. She went back to Harper after her second marriage fizzled.”
    “Give me the dish, will you, Jolene? Dad won’t.”
    “Plying me with champagne to get me to gossip? Why, thank you, honey.” She slid onto a stool, raised her glass. “First, to our Stella and brave new beginnings.”
    Stella clinked glasses, drank. “Mmmmm. Wonderful. Now, dish.”
    “She married young. Just eighteen. What you’d call a good match—good families, same social circle. More important, it was a love match. You could see it all over them. It was about the time I fell for your father, and a woman recognizes someone in the same state she’s in. She was a late baby—I think her mama was near forty and her daddy heading to fifty when she came along. Her mama was never well after, or she enjoyed playing the frail wife—depending on who you talk to. But in any case, Roz lost them both within two years. She must’ve been pregnant with her second son. That’d be ... shoot. Austin, I think. She and John took over Harper House. She had the three boys, and the youngest barely a toddler, when John was killed. You know how hard that must’ve been for her.”
    “I do.”
    “Hardly saw her outside that house for two, three years, I guess. When she did start getting out again, socializing, giving parties and such, there was the expected speculation. Who she’d marry, when. You’ve seen her. She’s a beautiful woman.”
    “Striking, yes.”
    “And down here, a lineage like hers is worth its weight and then some. Her looks, her bloodline, she could’ve had any man she wanted. Younger, older, or in between, single, married, rich, or poor. But she stayed on her own. Raised her boys.”
    Alone, Stella thought, sipping champagne. She understood the choice very well.
    “Kept her private life private,” Jolene went on, “much to Memphis society’s consternation. Biggest to-do I recall was when she fired the gardener—well, both of them. Went