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256 pages, Paperback
First published March 15, 2016

She shook her head. “No wonder Brunhilda looks so angry in that tintype with her husband. He’d probably just told her about his grand plan to build her a dugout. She must have loved Lacy a lot. People do strange things for love. Personally, I draw the line at dugouts. It must be impossible to keep the floor clean with it being made of dirt and all. ... Then again, maybe it wasn’t love. Don’t take this the wrong way, but your however-many-times-great-grandmother was not a handsome woman. In fact, I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that she’s the single ugliest person that I’ve ever seen. I’m guessing that men weren’t lining up to marry her.” She leaned against the counter next to the sink. “Come to think of it, was Lacy a sighted man? Apart from a mustache that was the size of a small dog, he wasn’t half bad looking. Maybe Brunhilda was from a really wealthy family or like you said, she made spectacular peach preserves.”

“Looks like we’re back to square one.” He looked up at the night sky. “Nice stars tonight.”
She glanced up. Out here in the middle of nowhere, light pollution wasn’t a problem. The night sky was a black velvet cape studded with millions of rhinestones. “Beautiful.”
“Wanna see something really spectacular?” He slowed their pace.
“I don’t know.” She sucked in a breath. “This isn’t where you pull out your smartphone and show me creepy pictures of your penis, is it? Because . . . been there, done that. I met a guy online. On our first date, he took me to Cheddar’s and before our waters arrived, he pulled out his phone and showed me pictures of his new hobby—penis puppetry. It was disturbing.”

She had to admit that made her heart go pitter-patter. Phillip had hated her chattiness and oddball sense of humor. He’d done a lot of eye rolling every time she’d opened her mouth, so she’d learned to bite her tongue.
