Ophie patted her sister’s hand. “Such a colorful place. Y’all will love it. And the shops. I can tell y’all the shops are charming. Some of them are the closest thing to my Treasure Trove to be found anywhere in Lee County. But I can’t join in. I’m having company tonight.” Emelia actually looked disappointed for a split second. “No problem. Now that we’ve got our little wrinkle ironed out, as Grandma would say, we’ll have plenty of time to play.” Then she flabbergasted us by asking, “Isn’t that right, y’all?” Ophie laughed first, and we all joined in. Bridgy and I finished tidying the café and loaded the dishwasher. Bridgy hung a sign she’d made months ago out of a chunk of driftwood—“Dirty—please press start”—so that when Miguel came in the next morning, he would start the washer first thing. As Bridgy stepped away from the dishwasher, she mused, “I wonder what Miguel will think when he finds out his ice cream trick instantly dissolved a battle between Mom and Ophie that has been going on for my entire life.”
