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look from his father, Andy sank down deeper into the loveseat cushion, if that were possible. Andy, a smart kid, occasionally ventured into the ornery and mischievous, and always had an opinion. Sadie could relate. No one knew unless the family told them that Andy wasn't Jayne's biological son. Their family had blended well over the years.
                  Sadie had comfortably settled herself on a chair they'd fetched from the now-empty dining room, her ankle wrapped in an Ace bandage and propped up on the ottoman. Luke brought up an old set of crutches from the basement. She held her notepad, but glanced at her phone for the time. Marin was due to arrive any moment.
                  “As I said, here's our schedule. We have a family of twelve total coming for an 'Easter Parade' theme during the week of Easter, complete with classic costumes and Easter bonnets. They arrive next Monday and will leave Easter Sunday evening. For the lineup, we'll have crafts for the children, cooking classes and local tours for the grownups.” Luke paused for a moment. “But what I'm most excited about are the services we're going to have later on in the week—all of those events will be open to the community, whoever would like to come. Thursday night, a last supper. Then an evening Good Friday service, patterned after an old medieval order of service. On Sunday morning, we're going to take a sunrise hike to something special by the pond and have a simple service there, followed by brunch at the house.”
                  “What's that?” Jayne asked. “You didn't tell me you were working on something special by the pond.” She nudged him with her elbow.
                  “It's a prayer garden, in honor of your mother.” Luke brushed his fingers along his wife's cheek. “I wanted it to be a surprise, but I couldn't wait to tell you. A Brattleboro artisan who works in iron built us an eight-foot cross that I had mounted near the shore. Well, there's more, but I'd rather show you all than tell you, once we're done here.”
                  Sadie's heart swelled. A place to pray, to remember Auntie. And now, watching Jayne and her husband's obvious affection for each other, she forced herself to look at her notes. So what if it was an informal family chat? She wanted to take notes, to remember it all.
                  When she moved in with Jayne and Luke, she promised to help them as much as she could.               Besides being chief of operations at the inn, Jayne had her hands full with Andy and young Hank, who looked so much like his father. One day, Sadie wanted to follow in Jayne's footsteps—help run a successful business, and have a family to nurture and love. Right now, she had nothing except the kindness of her family. No one from Boston had called her recently. A few friends from church and her former coworkers had kept in touch sporadically, but Sadie had learned out of sight, out of mind. Relationships, even friendships, took work.
                  Oh, Lord, I feel like a 'hot mess' right now, as Jessica would say. She hadn't heard from her old friend who lived in Methuen in over a week. When Sadie had called her Friday after work, Jessica was on her way out the door. A date, she'd said. It was getting serious, she'd also said.
                  Nothing serious for Sadie right now, though. Nothing remotely on the horizon. It was just as well, because right now she had enough to do, trying to turn her upended world right side up again. In rural Vermont, of all places.
                  She sketched a tree in the border of her notes, and next to it drew a simple cross. God, if You're using all this to get my attention, it's working.
                  Of course, it was her own fault her world had gone topsy-turvy anyway. No blaming God about it. But surely, somehow, He'd show her a clear solution with the