Eighteen
Toni threw herself into the meeting about the brewery discussion, happy to be thinking about something other than the unsettling attack. The lighthouse renovations were ahead of schedule and the yurt was going to be moved into place soon. Then they had to start staffing up and nailing down things like menus.
Chrissie had so many ideas tumbling over each other. Historic reenactments of pioneer survival skills. Classes on sustainable building. Wildcrafted beer made with local plants. Her excitement was infectious.
“I had an idea about who to hire to run the lighthouse museum,” she told them. She turned to Toni. “Do you remember Ruthie Malone?”
“The quiet one who had a panic attack whenever she got called on?”
“She was shy, yes. I wouldn’t call it a panic attack. Anyway, she’s b
