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    Regan laughed. “I’m sure we’d have a small audience. What about a roofing company?”
    Whitney rolled her eyes. “And you gave me a bad time about a band. We don’t know how to do a roof. We’d have to hire some guys to teach us or pay them to do the roofs.”
    “Exactly. Some hunks, of course,” Regan said. “I bet Casey might want to quit his job to work for us instead.”
    Shannon smiled. “He is the jealous type.”
    “I’ll put it down with a big question mark next to it.” Whitney shifted her gaze away from the pad to look at Shannon. “You make the best cheesecakes and carrot cakes. Maybe we could do catering for weddings, sport banquets, and other events. You do the desserts. Regan and I can handle the rest of the cooking.”
    “I do like to bake. What do you think, Regan?” Shannon asked.
    “To be honest, I’m not too interested in cooking big quantities of food. But if we can’t think of anything better, we can consider doing catering.” Regan walked to the side of the island where their mother’s cookbooks were shelved. She flipped open a book with a teapot on the cover. “Talking about baking reminds me that I need the recipe for the cake Mom used to bake for Casey. He loved it. I’ll just take the whole cookbook home with me. Mom wrote down all her favorite recipes in here.”
    Shannon frowned at Regan. “Not to keep, I hope. I was thinking of asking for her recipe book.”
    When they divvied up stuff, Whitney didn’t want any disagreements. She knew that as the oldest Shannon might feel certain things belonging to their mother should go to her, but Regan wasn’t going to stay quiet if she also wanted the same things. “One of you can eventually have it to keep, but before we start dividing everything up, I’ll make two copies of Mom’s recipes. I know I loved the granola cereal she made for us.”
    Shannon said, “I’ve always meant to try and make it.”
    “It was the best cereal ever.” With the book in her hands, Regan asked, “So is it okay if I borrow this?”
    Whitney grinned. “Sure, if you promise to give me a piece of the cake when you bake it.”
    “I will. Hopefully, it’ll be as good as Mom’s.”
    “You two always dress so cute,” Whitney said, observing Regan’s black jean jacket worn with a white top and pants while Shannon was clad in light beige capri pants and a light blue blouse. Her sister looked good in that shade of blue with her fair skin and light brown hair with blonde highlights. “Maybe we could have a clothing shop.”
    “Might be a bad idea. Instead of selling clothes, we’d be buying them,” Shannon said. “I know we’re just talking at this point, but maybe we should decide how we’re going to get money to start a business.”
    “We’ll get a sizable sum from our inheritance,” Whitney said, “but I know you both might need that money for other things so we could sell this house.”
    Regan shook her head. “Casey and I are still talking about buying the house. I’d like to get out of our tiny house, but we aren’t ready to move.”
    Whitney thought about mentioning that Regan didn’t need to pay for her portion of the house. She didn’t need the money, but knew that might upset Shannon. All three inherited the house equally. She remembered they’d bought the smaller house, so Regan could quit her paralegal job and stay home with baby Lily. “I have money to invest if we do our own business.”
    Shannon exhaled a deep breath. “Before we make any decisions, I’ll need to talk to Tim. I want to put money into it too. Sometimes I wish I hadn’t quit teaching full-time so I had some leverage. And by that, I mean money.”
    And talking to Tim might not go well. Shannon had tried several moneymaking ventures through the years. None had turned a profit. She loved the soap Shannon made and gave for birthday and Christmas gifts, but she’d never marketed it enough to make any money from it. The tutoring business she