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Chapter 46
“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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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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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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The mayor’s secretary, Barbara, a woman with poofy blonde hair and glasses that took up half of her face, stood beside him holding a large burlap sack. As people stepped over to her, she opened it wide, her smile mirroring the bag.“Ready?” Dak asked, his hand still on Memory’s arm.“I was born ready,” she muttered. Dak laughed loud enough that a few people turned and looked at them, and Memory hid her proud smile at cracking him up as she headed for the bag.“Purple!” Kirsten shouted, holding her buff up and looking around. A few of the other purple players congratulated her on joining their team. Memory noted a lot of the purple team were men. Tall, strong men who probably ran at least five miles a day. Lorelei drew purple, too, but Maison came up with a red buff. Kirsten laughed and pointed at her husband. “I’m going to smash you in the face with a snowball
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The other woman leaned back slightly, and Memory hid a smile. It wasn’t like her to shock other people, but sometimes people changed. Her sister had to lose this battle, and if that meant Memory had to throw some snowballs, so be it.Mayor Charles gave the signal, and a flurry of snow kicked up on both sides of the field as both teams began to form snowballs as quickly as they could. Memory did her best to scoop handfuls of snow and round them off quickly while still watching what was going on. Dak only had two snowballs in his hand when he took off for the other team’s fort, two other men on each side and the kids leading the way.Snowballs started flying almost immediately. Dak was the closest and biggest target, so he was bombarded quickly. Many of them missed the mark as he ducked and dodged, but several hit, and Memory found herself praying none of them hit him in the face. He was inching his way closer to the enemy for
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Memory’s grip on the seat of the bench was so tight, she would likely see white knuckles if her red gloves didn’t obscure her hands. Staring at a pair of brand new, shiny, white, leather skates that had somehow managed to work their way onto her feet was intimidating. She couldn’t remember exactly how she’d gotten here.The week had been a whirlwind. She’d been so busy at the store. Ellie was a blessing for certain, working extra hours when needed. With Christmas only three days away, everyone in town, and lots of visitors, had been in for last minute gifts and décor. Memory hadn’t even been able to make it to see Santa with Lorelei the day before, which was disappointing.When Dak had stopped by Saturday afternoon with a gift wrapped box in his hands, she realized she hadn’t even spoken to him for almost a week, not since the snowball fight. She’d waved at him a few times through t
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