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Chapter 6 – Coffee in the Rain

Thomas shifted carefully. “None of them weighed what I do.”

“Consider it a test of character.”

“Mine or the chair’s?”

“I haven’t decided.”

He almost smiled. It was different from the almost-smiles she had seen before. This one arrived faster and stayed.

They talked about Annie’s books, which ones Thomas still had on the shelf, and which he had given the schoolteacher because Annie would have wanted them read. They talked about the ranch in winter, and about Clara’s father, who had opened the shop and left it to her three years ago when he died.

“Did you always want to do this?” Thomas asked. “The shop?”

She looked at the dried lavender hanging from the ceiling. “My father did. I wanted it too, but differently. He sold what Millfield needed. I want to sell what Millfield doesn’t know it needs yet.” She paused. “There’s a supplier in Denver. I’ve been writing to them for three years.”

“Have they written back?”

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“I haven’t sent the letter.”

He looked at her. “Why not?”

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