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school in Chicago. Xenia had raised an arm and was outlining a plan of attack to persuade Rex Taylor to include other types of music in addition to country, and to build a movie theater as well.
    Skye pursed her lips. All three factions had good points, but she was still worried. She’d seen too many get-rich-quick schemes come and go. And she didn’t want her town or its citizens to be bamboozled.

CHAPTER 3
    “Family Tradition”
    W hen Skye finally made it through the crowd and reached the grandstand, she saw the mayor hurrying away with Rex Taylor. She started to follow the two men, but stopped after only a few steps. Maybe it would be better to talk to her uncle another time—alone. The mayor tended to bluster a tiny bit less, and tell the truth a tiny bit more, when he wasn’t playing to the balcony. For Dante, all the world was a stage, and he didn’t care where the audience sat.
    As Skye hesitated, a soft voice near her hip asked, “Did you need to speak to your uncle, dear?”
    “Not really.” Skye leaned down and kissed her aunt’s paper-soft cheek. Olive smelled of old-fashioned face powder and attar of roses.
    “He’ll be right back.” Olive sat rigidly, as if she had a metal rod for a spine. Her short ash blond hair was sprayed into a helmet so hard that NASA could use it for the next moonwalk. Her pale yellow shoes precisely matched the stripes in her dress and the purse leaning against her leg. Pearls adorned her ears, throat, and wrist.
    “That’s okay, Aunt Olive.” Skye patted her aunt’s arm. “It wasn’t anything important. I was just a little curious about Mr. Taylor’s plans.”
    Skye tried to back away, but her aunt gripped her hand. “Don’t go.” Olive had moved to Scumble River from Chicago as an eighteen-year-old bride, and nearly forty-five years later she still seemed ill at ease if she was left alone among the natives for too long. “Really, Dante won’t be a minute.” She peered anxiously over her shoulder.
    “Do you need something, Aunt Olive?” Skye felt sorry for the fragile woman.
    “No.” Olive pulled Skye down into Dante’s abandoned throne next to her own seat. “We never seem to get a chance to chat. I haven’t seen you since the Fourth of July picnic, and we hardly got to say more than a few words to each other there.”
    “Family parties are a little overwhelming.” Skye yanked the footrest’s handle upward but returned it to its original locked position when she nearly tipped herself out of the chair. “How have you and Uncle Dante been?”
    “Good.” Olive nodded at her own word as if trying to convince herself. “Everything’s fine with us. How are your brother and his new wife?”
    Vince had shocked everyone by eloping to Las Vegas with Skye’s Alpha Sigma Alpha sorority sister Loretta Steiner. Skye knew that was her aunt’s real reason for their tête-à-tête. Even after a month, their marriage was a hot topic among the town’s gossips.
    “Excellent.” Skye was happy to talk about her brother’s nuptials, especially if it kept the conversation away from her own stalled wedding plans. She and Wally were in limbo until his annulment came through.
    Skye peeked at her watch and saw it was nearly nine thirty. She was supposed to meet Wally in a few minutes, but with the free booze still flowing, she doubted he’d be able to leave anytime soon. The number of officers required to keep the peace was directly proportional to the amount of beer consumed.
    “Your mother said they’re planning to live in town and Loretta will commute to the city.” Olive’s expression was doubtful. “Can that be right? I mean, it’s a good hour and a half one way.”
    “Yes, Mom’s right.” Skye gazed intently into her aunt’s eyes, not wanting Olive to stir up the family. “They’ve already started looking at houses.”
    “That’s what May said, but I wondered if it was just a pipe dream on her part.”
    “Not at all. Since Loretta is a criminal