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protested.
She shook her head. “I’m going down to that park I saw at the end of the block. See if I can find someone normal to hang out with.” She stood.
“Ahem,” Meghan said.
Erin paused. “I mean, is it okay if I go down to that park?”
Meghan hesitated, then nodded. “Okay. But be back in an hour.”
Erin shrugged. “Whatever.”
Meghan watched her go, and then we heard the front door open and close. She turned back to us with a frustrated expression. “I don’t know what’s gotten into her.”
Anna Belle laughed. “Years. And there will only be more. Brace yourself.”
“Oh, come on. I wasn’t that bad, was I?” I asked.
“You never got into any serious trouble, but boy did you have some attitude on you when you were growing up.”
Meghan snorted. “Like that’s changed.”
I made a face at her, then looked at Anna Belle. “Gee, I wonder where I would have learned attitude.”
A smile flitted across my father’s face. “It sounds like you got a chance to do a little extra credit work at the dairy. How is Tabby?”
“She seems happy. Has a fifteen-year-old daughter.”
Meghan looked sympathetic.
“And she’s going to give me private classes on cheese making, so I’ll be at the dairy for a while every day. And day after tomorrow, I’m going to take the mold-ripened cheese class.”
“Can I come?” Meghan asked.
“I don’t see why not. Tabby said it hardly ever fills up.”
Her eyes twinkled. “Excellent.”
“I showed her Bobby Lee’s letter.”
My mother’s eyes widened in alarm, flicking sideways to my dad.
“It’s okay,” I said to her. “He already knows about the letter.”
She blinked, then whirled around. “You do?”
His lips twitched. “Uh huh.”
She looked pointedly at me.
“What? I didn’t tell him. He already knew before we got here.”
Her attention returned to him. “Calvin! How long have you known? How did you find out? Why didn’t you say something?”
“Pick one,” he said.
“One what?”
“Question.” His smile widened.
“But … how—oh, never mind.” Anna Belle scowled at us both. I couldn’t blame her. By now she must suspect she didn’t have any secrets left. I wondered whether Dad had read the old high school love letters. Even I hadn’t stepped over the line that far.
Dad settled at the table with us. “Tell us what you found out, Sophie Mae.”
So I did, including my visits to the post office, Celeste Atwood’s house, and the library, and what I had discovered.
Which, after I’d gone over everything, wasn’t much. “So I spent most of my day trying to track down information and came up with a big fat zero. Sorry.”
Dad shook his head. “That’s not true. You found out Tabby’s mother returned the letter and Tabby knew nothing about it. And you found out Tabby herself either doesn’t know what Bobby Lee meant, or won’t tell you. Believe it or not, that’s progress.”
“The mystery of how that letter appeared out of nowhere has only deepened, though,” I said.
Anna Belle drummed her fingernails on the table, looking out the window.
“What are you thinking?” I asked.
Her attention came back to us. “You said you printed out the newspaper articles you found at the library?”
I got up and removed the pages from my bag. “Right here.”
She held out her hand. “Let us take a look at them. Maybe we can help.”
Handing her the printouts, I said, “I hope so. I need all the help I can get.”
My mother stood. “I’ll see what I can do. And then, after dinner?”
I waited.
She smiled. “We can go over the progress I made on your wedding plans while you were gone today.”
“What? Anna Belle!”
She left the room, and I turned to Dad and Meghan. “Did you hear that? She’s planning my wedding without me.”
Meghan laughed. “There are people who would pay for that service, and here you are, getting it for free. Now, what kind of cheese did you make today?”
“Mozzarella,” I grumbled.
“Really? Can we do it at home?”
I launched into a detailed description of the process while my housemate listened with interest, my mother’s