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rolling hills of farmland. They flew by horses and cows as Abby navigated her way through the countryside.
    “Here we are,” Abby smiled as a small town appeared. “This is Main Street.”
    It looked just like the picture. Old buildings with multiple storefronts, separated by a few narrow alleyways, lined the street. They were painted soft shades of tan, yellow, gray, blue, and red. Flowers overflowed in pots, hanging from the light posts, and people kept on waving at them.
    “I bet you get a lot of attention in a small town with a car like this. They’re all waving at you,” Mila said as they passed another friendly face.
    “It’s not the car. It's just Keeneston. I grew up here. I know everyone. They’re just saying hi.   Abby turned down the only other street Mila saw in the town. “This is Maple Street. It’s where you will be staying. It’s just a short walk to the Blossom Café, the best and only food around. Starting on Monday, they will be running a car service from there as well. That’s where you will go to catch a ride out to the farm.”
    “Can’t I just call a taxi?” Mila asked as they came to a stop in front of a beautiful, old white Victorian house surrounded with roses and a large porch.
    Abby laughed again. “We don’t have any taxis in Keeneston. A bunch of volunteers will be driving for people here for the summit. And let me give you some advice: if my brother Kale offers to drive you, suddenly decide to do anything else. He may be smarter than anyone in town when it comes to computers, but he’s a horrible driver. And don’t get me started on the twins, Porter and Parker. Now, this is where you and the rest of the interpreters and some staff are staying.”
    “It’s beautiful,” Mila said as she took in the grand old house.
    “Poppy Meadows runs the place for Miss Lily. The Rose sisters are something of an institution. You’ll meet them soon, I’m sure. You better hurry and check in, though. In a couple of minutes, Poppy is going to have to get to the café to help her sister, Zinnia, with the dinner rush. That’s where I want you to come in about an hour, and I’ll get you hooked up with some clothes. What size are you?”
    “I’m a ten, much bigger than you.”
    “No worries. See you soon and welcome to Keeneston.”
     
    “Welcome to Keeneston!” the short, curvy reddish blond woman said with a smile as Mila walked inside the bed and breakfast. “Are you Ms. Thiessen?”
    Mila nodded.
    “Welcome! I’m Poppy. Where’s your luggage, hon?”
    “Lost, but Abby said something about borrowing her clothes. I would rather go to the mall. Is there one nearby?”
    “A mall? Goodness no, but if Abby said she’ll help you out, she will. Well now, let me take you to your room and you can freshen up. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner are served at the Blossom Café. We will have muffins and fruit here if you want a lighter meal.”
    Poppy chattered on happily as they began to climb the sweeping staircase. “On this floor is where the interpreters and staff from Surman, Tahjad, and France are staying.” Poppy pointed out rooms cheerfully as they continued to climb. “And this floor has interpreters from India, Saudi Arabia, and some ladies from the Philippines.”
    Mila had to suck in a deep breath as the stairs had transitioned from sweeping, to regular, and now to a small winding metal staircase against the back wall. “Where exactly is my room?”
    Poppy tried to smile energetically, but there was a slight look of guilt on her face as she started climbing around the spiral metal staircase. “Well, we are kind of out of normal rooms. We are in the process of renovating the attic. Don’t worry, though, it’s lovely!”
    Mila finally staggered up the final flight of stairs and stepped onto the floor. She looked at the large open space. If she hadn’t just walked up three flights, she would have sworn she was in hell. It was hot and humid and the only light came from two