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Chapter 43
“It’s snowing. Hard.” Memory stood next to the front window of her shop, watching the snow plummet to the earth like the down of an angry goose.
“It’s fine,” Ellie assured her, straightening the items behind the cash register. “Caroling is better with a little snow.”
“This isn’t a little snow. Look at it, Ellie. It’s practically a white out.”
Ellie chuckled. “Honey, just because you don’t like to sing, that doesn’t mean you should let it ruin your evening. You haven’t had much time to see Dak at all this week, and if I recall, he’s not going to be here too much longer. You should probably spend your time wisely.”
Memory pulled herself away from the window and checked the clock again. It was a quarter till 5:00. She’d be locking up soon, heading home to eat dinner and put on as many layers
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She knew she wouldn’t have too much time to get ready, so she’d laid out her outfit the night before. Layers were the key to keeping warm, and she’d be wearing plenty of them. She wore thick leggings under her jeans, two pairs of socks and snow boots, and layered her shirts. Deciding she’d get too hot inside if she went ahead and put her thick red sweater on, she touched up her makeup, switched her earrings, and sprayed a little of the vanilla scented perfume she’d gotten for Christmas last year behind her ears. Satisfied that she looked presentable, Memory headed to the kitchen.Her dad was still singing as he stirred a pot on the stove. The aroma of chicken soup made Memory feel all warm inside. “Hey, Dad. How was your day?”“Any time my boss says go home it’s snowing, it’s been a good day.” Bryce chuckled. “How was yours?”“Good.&rdq
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“Remote starts are awesome,” she said as he stomped his feet off.Bryce chuckled. “I wish I had one. Let’s give it a minute to warm up.”The snow was still coming down. Memory stood at the window and watched the neighbor’s Christmas lights turn the white flakes to a multitude of colors, reflecting on the conversation she’d had with her dad earlier. Was it fair for her to tell him to acknowledge his feelings when she wasn’t ready to face hers?“Ready?”“Yeah.” She’d have to ponder that idea later. Making sure her coat was zipped up all the way, she followed him out the door, securing the lock behind her.“It looks like it’s let up some,” her dad said, opening the passenger door of his pickup truck for her.“Not enough,” Memory muttered climbing in and hooking h
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“Can we please not talk about the donation?” Dak asked.“Oh, yeah.” She shrugged and took a step back, like it wasn’t a big deal, like she wasn’t about to ask if that number was accurate. The fact that he hadn’t corrected Kirsten or denied it made her realize it had to be. While it was easy to imagine what Kim could do with that much money, Memory let herself think for a few moments about what it would be like to have it herself. She could fix the roof on her grandma’s house and do all of the other repairs, hire someone to work in the shop with her so she could concentrate on the website, and even afford to send her dad and the rest of the family on a nice trip. Not to mention new tires for her car....“Are you okay, Mem?”She realized she was staring at nothing and blinked a few times. “Great—yeah, I’m fine.” She found a reassuring smi
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Dak didn’t bring her coffee or lunch on Friday. He didn’t text her or stop by to see if she needed help with any boxes. Ellie let her mope for the most part, not saying anything about it, only patting her on the back on occasion or stroking her hair. Memory couldn’t blame him for giving up. Every time he’d tried to let her know he was interested in getting to know her better, she’d slammed the door in his face. She’d spent half the night lying in bed trying to figure out exactly why that was. Even if she didn’t agree with what she thought he might be planning to do with a house in her town, did that make him a bad person? Of course not. So what was she afraid of?“You know,” Ellie said at half-past four, “sometimes letting things out through our own mouths can trigger something in our brains we haven’t considered before.” She was straightening a shelf while Memory dusted the counter.
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Finding a parking spot in one of the public lots at 5:45 on the night of the parade was impossible, so Dak had parked along a side street several blocks from the square. He was in such a rush to get there before the parade started, he almost locked his keys in his car. With them safely tucked in his pocket, he hurried down the sidewalk, along with a crowd of other people who were running late and had to park far away. He hoped to find Memory and her family before the grand marshal reached the square. Off in the distance, he could hear a marching band and knew he was almost out of time.All four sides of the square were lined with people pressed together to get a good view, as was the route approaching the square for several blocks, where the parade would pass first. He imagined the side where they would exit was also busy. Dak took a deep breath, glad he’d made it this far before the event started. He could see a red convertible in the distance slo
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The parade wasn’t long. After a few more floats, some horses, a couple of clowns, and some classic cars, Santa was spotted coming around the corner. Lorelei and Anson giggled and shouted, jumping up and down. All along the sidewalk, children clapped and waved at the big man, some even shouting their Christmas wishes.Santa looked an awful lot like Sheriff Parks, even with his fake beard and stuffed tummy. The kids didn’t seem to notice. He waved and tossed candy from atop his sleigh, his plastic reindeer fastened up the roof of the pick-up truck towing his magical sled atop a flatbed trailer. It was decorated with fake snow and Christmas trees so that it looked as if Santa was flying over the top of a forest of lighted trees.“Well, that’s that,” Memory said, turning toward him, her hands deep in her pockets. “Until next year.”“That was impressive. Especially that ginger
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Kirsten and Maison’s house was nice, though she apologized several times for the mess of toys strung throughout. It was understandable, since she had two small kids, and part of Dak was a little jealous. Having a messy home because one had children was a blessing.Bryce, Sheila, and Ellie made their way in, Ellie delivering Memory her missing items from work, and they all sat down to a meal of beef stew and buttered bread with sweet tea and cookies for dessert. The stew was delicious, which was surprising considering how everyone in Memory’s family said they couldn’t cook, and he appreciated Memory’s thoughtfulness when she brought him water to replace his tea since all Kirsten had on hand was sweetened already. The conversation was light, peppered by Lorelei’s laughter and Anson throwing carrot bits and green beans on the floor and smashing them in his hair.Dak helped clear the table. “I don’t
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Twenty-seven. That was the number of texts Memory had gotten between 6:00 AM and 3:30 PM when she closed the shop and headed across town to the fairgrounds where the annual snowball fight was held. She didn’t want to go. In fact, the list of things she’d rather do than compete in the snowball fight included medical procedures, trekking through raw sewage, and/or scaling steep inclines lined with banana peels. But her sister’s dares and threats were inescapable. Memory had to go. She had to participate. And she had to win.With any luck, she’d be on the same side as Kirsten, and then it wouldn’t matter.Memory found a parking spot and dropped her keys in her pocket. She left her phone hidden under her car seat, along with her handbag, because she didn’t want it to get smashed or wet. The forts were already up, and she could see kids practicing, running around throwing snowballs at each other. It must b
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