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Once upon a time, he’d have sought guidance by chatting with the Almighty. But the long radio silence between them was hard to bridge. The garden would have to do. And maybe, there in the shadow of his house, God would take pity on a wayward son and give him a blinding flash of insight. Even if that son wasn’t willing to venture inside. -Jon

Ashley’s ears perked up. “You have a PR business too?” “Yep. That’s what pays the bills. The Herald feeds my journalistic soul, but in a town the size of Hope Harbor, a biweekly newspaper doesn’t provide a living wage.” “Let’s sit in the drawing room.” Ashley motioned toward it, digesting this new information. “Do you do websites in your PR business?” “Absolutely.

Everything is close in Hope Harbor, and Coos Bay isn’t far away if you crave a bigger-town fix.” She twisted her wrist and scanned her watch. “Oops. Gotta run. My husband’s on duty with our three-year-old twins, one of whom has the sniffles, and I promised not to linger.
(Ashley + Marci,newspaper)

Reverend Baker tipped his head toward the priest. “The meditation garden at St. Francis is worth a visit.” “I’ll second that. It’s beautiful.” Marci pulled out her cell. “Thank you both.” Father Murphy gave a tiny bow. “You’re welcome to visit anytime, Ashley. Like Rose’s generosity, our garden is also nonsectarian.” “I’ll stop by soon.”