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329 pages, Kindle Edition
Published October 12, 2021
Lena invited Kate up to the house for tea. "Let's choose our cups," Lena said, and led her across the room to a glass cabinet full of porcelain cups in different patterns. "Which one would you like?"Nothing wrong with this, of course, though it does tend to bring tension to a screeching halt. (I actually distilled this excerpt down from four long paragraphs.)
"This one," Kate said, pointing to a cup with coral roses on a sapphire background.
Kate watched Lena set the kettle on the stove. She felt her muscles unwind, her damp skin still salty from the ocean. Lena put two teabags into an enamel pot and when steam began to rise, she filled it and covered it with a crocheted cozy. Kate knew she was watching someone who had practiced this ritual most of her life.
Andy remembered the lacy fernlike tree that stood out among the spruce. "What kind of tree is that," he'd asked his father years ago. "Hackmatack," his father answered. "Conifers that lose their needles in winter and grow them back in spring. That's why they have such a bright emerald color." Ever since, Andy loved these trees because he could hear his father's voice in them.Or a scene where a woman goes to a guest house, and finds her deceased mother's signature in the guestbook, dated thirty years earlier.