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even the most personal of details about her family for her “personal friends.” The girl had nearly a thousand of them on the blog, and she also allowed people to browse her posts without actually signing up as a follower. They just couldn’t publish comments. The latter option worked perfectly for Anne. It let her read about the Harpers without risking a sign on.
    Now, as she browsed the latest entries, Anne wondered again why Tarah’s parents hadn’t shut down her blog. Harper Happenings read like the latest Hollywood gossip column. Pictures of society events and tantalizing tidbits about family members and their friends filled the pages. The participants might be identified only by initials, but some of the scandalous tidbits were accompanied by addresses and dates of the intimate events. It appeared the Harper family would be in Colorado skiing over Thanksgiving. Tarah had several rambling posts about the clothes she’d bought, including a rather suggestive picture of her modeling some new, lacy lingerie. Thankfully, Tarah had no recent update about the man she lovingly referred to as her DBB—dear big brother. Anne puffed out a sigh of relief.
    Before signing off for the morning, Anne checked the various social media. Tarah and Jeffrey had both been online junkies, constantly checking for the latest updates on their smart phones. It sometimes seemed like Jeffrey had let the entire online world know everything he thought, planned, or did—except his affair and his treatment of his wife, of course. It had been tricky for Anne to get accounts set up which couldn’t be traced back to her. She’d done it on the library computer, creating a fictitious profile for a middle-aged man in California. No one should be able to connect it with her. Thankfully, a review of Tarah’s pages showed nothing about Jeffrey. His accounts, of course, had remained inactive since his incarceration. Relieved, Anne logged off the computer then went out to the sales floor.
    Keeping in mind her promise to Mario the night before, she pulled out the placemat he’d given her, hoping for some inspiration. His design showed her the style of curtains he wanted, but he hadn’t given her any other preferences except that they needed to be sturdy and washable. She had no idea what patterns or colors he preferred, so she wandered through the shop with a cart, gathering various fabrics she thought might work in a restaurant setting. As she came around a corner, a bolt of yellow cotton caught her eye. She pulled it out from the others to see the print. A pair of cartoon chefs cavorted across the fabric. One chef, tall and thin, precariously balanced an overflowing tray of pasta while the other, short and comically rotund, concentrated on tossing a huge pizza crust over his head.
    Now, these cheery fellows would be right at home in the front window at Falcone’s, Anne thought as she added it to her cart then wheeled everything over to the cutting table.
    She had just started snipping samples to show Mario when the bell rang, signaling a customer. She put down her pinking shears and glanced up as Brad and Jennie entered the shop. The sight of them made the morning even brighter. She hurried to the front of the shop to greet them, wondering if her voice sounded as giddy to them as it did to her.
    â€œGood morning, Jennie and Jennie’s dad. What can I do for the two of you this lovely morning?”
    â€œHi, Anne,” Brad greeted, giving her one of his wonderful smiles. “We were on the way to Jennie’s school when I saw the lights on in here. We decided to stop so I could drop off the ad I wrote about the flags. I kind of hoped you might be able to advise me on a fair price to offer for the job if someone responds.” He pulled a folded paper from his jacket and handed it to Anne.
    Anne glanced down at Jennie. “Did you help your dad write it?”
    The little girl shook her head