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piecrust, berries, and whipped cream. Today was Coon Dog Day.
    â€œYou’ll wish it was the coon dogs.” Liz tipped her head toward Main Street. “Hurry.”
    She followed Liz out. This better be good . Business was slow today so Jade spent the quiet moments praying, asking God to align her heart with Max’s. Or his with hers. Football. Texas. It just never, ever entered her mind as a life they’d lead. Even though she did love the game.
    How many hours of Midnight Football had she played in Prairie City?
    A crowd gathered on the sidewalk outside the Blue Umbrella. Mae Plumb, the owner of Sugar Plumbs, glanced at Jade and squinted through the trail of smoke rising from her cigarette.
    â€œShe’s gone plum wild, Jade.”
    â€œWho?”
    An air horn blasted the air and knocked Jade’s lulled heart awake. The crowd leaned back in unison, ooohing and ahhing.
    â€œJade,” Mae called again. “You best do something, shug.”
    â€œMe? Why me?” Jade cut through the crowd and stepped into the street. The air horn blasted again. Jade spotted a golf cart at the top of the hill.
    â€œGet your Rebel Benson gear, folks.” The horn blasted. The cart drifted forward. Clothes flew out of the side and hit the pavement.
    Oh no. June . Jade started up the hill, easy, careful not to spook her prey. More clothes flitted from the cart, hung in the air, then sank to the street.
    â€œGolf clubs, shoes, balls, and towels. Platinum cuff links.” Two shiny bobbles arched out of the cart. A hiker raced into the street. “Good for you, boy.” June blasted the air horn. “I got Armani. Ralph Lauren. Hand-stitched leather loafers all the way from It’ly.” The shoes clunked against the street.
    June blasted the horn again. And again. The crowded thickened. Cars pulled over and tourists unloaded.
    â€œCome one, come all, get your Rebel Benson souvenirs right here.” Blastblast of the horn. More clothes littering the street. The golf cart eased over the yellow line. A cluster of onlookers scrambled out of the way.
    â€œWhisper Hollow mistresses of the not-so-honorable Judge Rebel Benson, come out, come out wherever you are. Heck, maybe even a tourist or two has had a tryst with the noble judge. Get your Rebel Benson souvenirs.”
    Shirts fluttered in the air.
    Jade met the cart in the middle of Main. “June, what are you doing?” She looked sane. Jade sniffed. She wasn’t drunk.
    â€œMind your own, Jade.” June blasted the air horn in her face. Jade winced, leaning away. “Look there, my old bridge buddy Pollyann Markham. Admit it, I know you had a little crush on my husband, Pollyann. Didn’t you have a weekend at your sick aunt’s a few years back? The same weekend Reb had an emergency lawyers’ convention. There’s no such thing as emergency lawyers’ conventions.”
    Blast. Clothes. Another blast. Pollyann Markham disappeared in the crowd.
    â€œJune.” Jade walked alongside the cart. “Why don’t you hit the brake and let me climb behind the wheel?”
    Blast. “No.”
    â€œJune, you’ve lost your mind.” A man called from deep in the crowd, “Go home.”
    â€œForget it, Bob Zimmer. I’ve earned this, don’t you think?” June tossed another bundle of clothes from the cart. A watch. Rebel’s new Cartier. Ties. “Get your Judge Rebel Benson souvenir.”
    â€œPull over, let me drive.” Jade tried to get in, but June pressed the gas.
    â€œYou’re not the police, Jade.” June gunned the gas again so Jade lost her hold on the side and barely kept herself from crashing to the pavement. Okay, she saw how June wanted to play.
    â€œJune!” She pulled over. Finally. And stepped out, raising a megaphone to her lips.
    â€œListen to me, Whisper Hollow. You marry the man you love with bright, blinding, I mean blinding stars in your eyes,