Zoey hadn’t heard Gran come into the parlor. “Just…thinking.” “About what?” Liz’s voice was teasing. “Or should I say about ‘who’?” “About whether I should make an extra pot of coffee for the knitting group.” She tried to bluff her way through. “Uh-huh.” The sparkle in the lively brown eyes told Zoey that her grandmother didn’t believe her. “So, what do you think?” Zoey bent down and fussed with the napkins she’d arranged in a wicker basket. Liz looked down at the array of goodies spread out on the coffee table. “I think that you shouldn’t have gone to all this trouble.” “It’s no trouble.” “I appreciate your effort, Zoey, but please don’t feel any pressure to make things perfect. I’ve known these girls forever. There’s no need to impress anyone.” Zoey didn’t argue. Or agree. Maybe it was true that Gran didn’t need to impress anyone, but the only thing people knew about her was the heartache she’d caused. Not only to her grandparents, but to the entire town.
