Lost in my own thoughts, I managed to make it all the way over to Bridge Street before realizing where I was. I ran into just about my favorite person in New Hope: Mick’s aunt. She was sitting on a bench down the road from the bakery. “Look at you, off for a jog. Meanwhile, I’m shvitzing like a hooker in church!” Sindy fanned her face. “Lunch break?” I smiled, stretching out my hamstring. “No, I went to deliver Mick’s meringues to Mr. Woolhouse. Poor thing is in the hospital; they think it’s pneumonia.” Sindy shook her head sadly. Nash had chalked up the second-oldest citizen’s ailments and begging off on the key ceremony as hypochondria and stage fright . . . but even he had been out to visit the man regularly in the week since. “Tell me, dear. How are things out at the Half Acre?” I tilted my head and regarded her.
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