fifteen minutes were surprisingly quiet, and Corrina pulled out her notebook and started compiling lists. Since Tyler left the dinner last night before they got all the details down, she was going to have to call him. She wasnât particularly fond of talking to him these days, and he also seemed so easily distracted that he could very well screw things up. She could of course get the decorations herself if she had to, but she didnât want him to drop it on her at the last minute.
When the door opened again, Corrina quickly closed the notebook, realizing it wasnât necessary when she looked up to see Etta Hawkins. Etta had been living in Oldham since she was a toddler and was one of her motherâs closest friends.
âHey, Etta.â
âHello, dear. Howâs the day treating you so far?â
âJust fine, I think. Weâve had a bunch of people here already this morning.â
Etta took her hand and patted it softly. âItâs good that theyâre keeping you on your toes.â
Corrina smiled. Corrina had called this woman âAunt Ettaâ until she was a teenager, and she was still tempted to do so at times. âItâs nice to see you.â
âAnd you too, dear, always. The reason I stopped by is that some of us were speculating yesterday and I figured Iâd go straight to the source for the answer. Are you planning to hold the Halloween party again this year?â
For the past thirty years, the Sugar Maple Inn took no reservations for lodging on Halloween, instead opening its doors to the entire town for a huge celebration of the day, a holiday both Bethany and Joseph Gold had taken special pleasure in. The party had become one of the townâs highlights of the season and was discussed with anticipation by the locals as early as August every year. With her motherâs death and the pending sale of the inn, the common assumption around town had been that the tradition had ended. But Corrina wasnât ready for that, and in an increasingly rare showing of equanimity among her siblings, theyâd all agreed to throw one more bash.
âYes, we are. In fact, I was just drawing up a list of things to do for it when you came in.â
âYou are ,â Etta said with almost childlike pleasure. âIâm so glad. We all wanted it to happen just one more time. To say goodbye properly, you know? Iâm sure the new owners mean well, but a corporation? It just wonât be the same no matter what they do.â
Corrina cast her eyes downward. âThe party is important to all of us.â
Etta reached for her hand, squeezing it tightly this time. âItâs still hard for me to believe that Bethie is gone. Such a cruel disease. She would have wanted you to do this.â
âI think so, too.â
Etta held her hand for several moments longer, neither saying a word. Then Etta brightened, gave Corrinaâs hand one more tap, and turned toward the door.
âI have to go call Joanne and Martha. Theyâre going to be so pleased.â Etta stopped and looked at Corrina, beaming. âI need to start thinking about my costume!â
Corrina chuckled to herself as Etta left. Then she got back to her list. If she needed any further inspiration to make this party as special as her parents had always made it, her motherâs old friend had managed to provide precisely that.
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Weâre not really going to have the parking conve r sation again, are we? Maxwell Gold thought as the meeting stretched into its second hour. In the eighteen months since heâd been elected president of the Oldham Chamber of Commerce â not to mention the six years heâd been an active member of the board before that â the subject had arisen at every single meeting. Surely others in the room understood the futility of it and even the irony. But that didnât prevent the conversation from happening.
âYou saw the results of