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“I’m glad I caught you before you and Keith leave.”
    Susan was a little breathless. “I have something special for Keith.”
    “Tucker brought a present, too.” Peg gestured at the small leather bag and Keith’s pile of play gold coins.
    “After we go shopping, Keith’s going to think the world is made up of presents. What do you have?”
    Jake stepped into the room, still holding the box stiffly.
    Peg hurried toward her mother. “Let me help. What is it?”
    Susan smiled at her grandson. “I’ve brought Ellen’s musical carousel for you. Every morning and every evening we can turn it on for you to listen.”
    Peg’s face softened. “The carousel! We loved hearing it play Christmas carols. Here, I’ll take it.” She carried the box to the bedside table and stripped tape from the lid.
    Keith slid from the bed with a thump, came nearer, his dark eyes curious.
    Jake fluttered her hands. “There may be spiders.”
    Keith’s face was serious. “Mütter says spiders are good mütters. They work hard.”
    Peg smiled at him. “I like spiders, too.” She lifted out a lumpy shape protected by plastic wrapping. She carefully peeled back the plastic wrap and set the merry-go-round on the table between the twin beds. She bent sideways to insert the plug.
    Leaning on her cane, Susan came across the room. She reached down and turned the switch.
    Lights twinkled. Animals rode up and down, including a sea dragon, a rabbit, a cat with a fish in its mouth, a rooster, a stag, and a goat as the carousel went around and around. Sweet and clear came the strains of “Silent Night.”
    Keith walked slowly toward the turning carousel. Lips parted in a smile, he reached out to touch the light-bright top.
    Susan’s eyes were soft as she watched her grandson.
    Faintly, the front doorbell sounded below.

    Susan nodded toward Jake. “That will be Wade. Please bring him to my room.”

    Susan Flynn’s lawyer bounced into the room. Though middle-aged, his dark hair thinning and his athletic build contending with the beginnings of a paunch, he seemed youthful with a broad, good-humored face and a hint of boyish eagerness. He beamed at Susan and held out a plate covered with pink Saran Wrap. “Cindy’s famous pralines.”
    Susan smiled and took the plate. “It wouldn’t be Christmas without the best pralines in Adelaide.”
    They settled near the electric fire, she in her chair. He sat opposite her in a Morris chair.
    Susan peeled back the covering, offered him a piece of candy.
    He grinned. “Cindy would rap my hand with a ruler, but hey, I think it’s okay if I take just one.” He patted a slightly bulging waistline. “You can’t be married to the best holiday cook in town and not put on a few pounds. Tomorrow she’s making pfeffernuesse cookies.”
    Susan chose one of the smaller pralines. She took a bite, nodded in appreciation. “The pecans are wonderful.
    Thank you and please thank Cindy. And”—her face was suddenly serious—“thank you for taking time to come to the house. I wanted to talk to you in person. As I told you when I called, everything is upside down here, but for a wonderful reason.”
    Wade licked one finger, his face wrinkling in concern. “It is certainly amazing news.” He paused, appeared to pick his words with care. “However, don’t be too hopeful, Susan. Let me check everything out.”
    She wasn’t disturbed. “That is precisely what I want you to do. I need verification, but I have no doubt”—she held up the manila envelope—“that these papers are authentic. And these”—she touched the medals ranged on the table next to her chair—“were Mitch’s. But, of course, we must prove that I am Keith’s grandmother and can properly take custody of him.” Her face changed from one of sharp intelligence to somber sadness.
    “Poor little Keith. He must scarcely remember Mitch, if at all. And then to have his mother die from pneumonia. It is very important that I gain custody of