Just outside Frank’s door she lifted the pudding from her purse and stuck her head and her hand into his room. Dangling the sack, she sang out, “I’m delivering Mrs. Chandler’s rice pudding.” Frank waved. “I send my grandson and a bird of paradise returns. How lucky can one...
“You have to tell the mayor we need the boil water advisory. I don’t know what’s going on.” “Reginald hates to do anything that might spoil our tourism reputation, Nick,” she protested. “You know that.” “I care about the town’s visitors, too. There ...