Nothing to worry about.”

Beverly smoothed her sleeve.

“I’m sure Margaret has better things to do than count seats.”

The front door banged open, and Chloe swept in with a bakery box held in both hands, her hair loose and damp from the outside air.

“Margaret!” She set the box on the counter and wrapped both arms around me before I could take off my glasses.

“You are the most generous woman I have ever met.