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Authors: J A Whiting
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Victorian and live off the money. She might be worried that you’ll close the bake shop and won’t re-open it and she’ll lose her job.”
“But the bake shop is closing in a few weeks and I don’t have a new spot to move to yet,” Angie said. “She knows all this. She has retirement income from her teaching job. I don’t think she needs the money. She just wants to work to keep busy.”
“Who knows?” Tom drained his coffee cup. “She’s probably upset over the murder. She lives alone. The killer is still at large. She’s probably nervous about that.”
“Well, I hope she feels better soon.” Angie wiped down the counter. “I don’t like to see her unhappy.”
Chapter 8
When Angie closed the bake shop for the day, she and Jenna took a bike ride around town and then headed down to Robin’s Point, the southernmost end of Sweet Cove where the road followed beside the coastal beaches and cliffs. The point reached out into the sea and years ago, the girls’ grandmother owned a small cottage nestled in the dunes next to two other cottages that had been there for over a hundred years. The four sisters and their mother spent many weekends and several weeks each summer staying at Nana’s place.
The town of Sweet Cove had rented the land to the cottage owners and, over the years, the lease passed from owner to owner until the town decided that when the most recent leases were up, the cottage owners could purchase their parcels or the town would kick them off the land. The cost of the land was astronomical and the girls’ grandmother had no way of buying the property. She decided it would be too costly to buy another parcel of land somewhere else and move the cottage there, so she planned to sell her little house to Sweet Cove for ten thousand dollars. Shortly after the sale went through, the girls’ grandmother passed away. Her death was labeled “natural causes” but the family was sure it was from a broken heart.
The town sold the land to the Williams brothers’ father, the cottages were knocked down, and ten years later, the Williams brothers constructed a hotel on the point. The architectural design of the resort was in keeping with the quaint flavor of Sweet Cove and the brothers set aside a piece of land on which they created a small public park with access paths down to the town-owned beaches. The brothers hired a management team for the hotel and left the area to oversee other projects in different parts of the country.
Angie had never seen or met the brothers until just the other day. She wondered why they were back. It couldn’t be only to buy and refurbish the small building that housed her bake shop.
When the girls reached the park on the point, Jenna and Angie pulled their bikes off the path and sat down on a bench to look out over the Atlantic.
“It’s pretty here, but….” Jenna started.
“I know.” Angie brushed back a piece of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail. “It will never be the same. We had so much fun here with Nana.”
“Let’s walk over to the spot.” Jenna stood up.
Angie nodded. They left their bikes in the sand and walked along the path. Their nana’s former parcel of land now straddled between a section of the park and part of the resort’s property. The girls stood on the spot where the cottage used to be and watched the gulls swooping over the rocky coastline. Blue waves crashed against the rocks.
“At least the area where the cottage once stood is open space and not covered over by that thing.” Jenna waved her hand towards the resort building. “We can always come and sit where the cottage used to be.”
Angie could feel a tingling under her skin as though a low-voltage electric current was running through her body. Every time she visited the place where Nana’s cottage used to be, she experienced the same sensation. “Do you feel funny when you stand here?”
Jenna shrugged. “How do you mean?”
“I don’t know. I feel … like
“But the bake shop is closing in a few weeks and I don’t have a new spot to move to yet,” Angie said. “She knows all this. She has retirement income from her teaching job. I don’t think she needs the money. She just wants to work to keep busy.”
“Who knows?” Tom drained his coffee cup. “She’s probably upset over the murder. She lives alone. The killer is still at large. She’s probably nervous about that.”
“Well, I hope she feels better soon.” Angie wiped down the counter. “I don’t like to see her unhappy.”
Chapter 8
When Angie closed the bake shop for the day, she and Jenna took a bike ride around town and then headed down to Robin’s Point, the southernmost end of Sweet Cove where the road followed beside the coastal beaches and cliffs. The point reached out into the sea and years ago, the girls’ grandmother owned a small cottage nestled in the dunes next to two other cottages that had been there for over a hundred years. The four sisters and their mother spent many weekends and several weeks each summer staying at Nana’s place.
The town of Sweet Cove had rented the land to the cottage owners and, over the years, the lease passed from owner to owner until the town decided that when the most recent leases were up, the cottage owners could purchase their parcels or the town would kick them off the land. The cost of the land was astronomical and the girls’ grandmother had no way of buying the property. She decided it would be too costly to buy another parcel of land somewhere else and move the cottage there, so she planned to sell her little house to Sweet Cove for ten thousand dollars. Shortly after the sale went through, the girls’ grandmother passed away. Her death was labeled “natural causes” but the family was sure it was from a broken heart.
The town sold the land to the Williams brothers’ father, the cottages were knocked down, and ten years later, the Williams brothers constructed a hotel on the point. The architectural design of the resort was in keeping with the quaint flavor of Sweet Cove and the brothers set aside a piece of land on which they created a small public park with access paths down to the town-owned beaches. The brothers hired a management team for the hotel and left the area to oversee other projects in different parts of the country.
Angie had never seen or met the brothers until just the other day. She wondered why they were back. It couldn’t be only to buy and refurbish the small building that housed her bake shop.
When the girls reached the park on the point, Jenna and Angie pulled their bikes off the path and sat down on a bench to look out over the Atlantic.
“It’s pretty here, but….” Jenna started.
“I know.” Angie brushed back a piece of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail. “It will never be the same. We had so much fun here with Nana.”
“Let’s walk over to the spot.” Jenna stood up.
Angie nodded. They left their bikes in the sand and walked along the path. Their nana’s former parcel of land now straddled between a section of the park and part of the resort’s property. The girls stood on the spot where the cottage used to be and watched the gulls swooping over the rocky coastline. Blue waves crashed against the rocks.
“At least the area where the cottage once stood is open space and not covered over by that thing.” Jenna waved her hand towards the resort building. “We can always come and sit where the cottage used to be.”
Angie could feel a tingling under her skin as though a low-voltage electric current was running through her body. Every time she visited the place where Nana’s cottage used to be, she experienced the same sensation. “Do you feel funny when you stand here?”
Jenna shrugged. “How do you mean?”
“I don’t know. I feel … like
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