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IVY SAT IN her parents’ Jeep outside the house, watching Shelly digging in the yard with her earphones in, swaying to some music only she could hear. How was she going to break the bad news about the zoning to her sister, who’d bought into the whole idea of moving here and working with her in this venture?
With the windows down, the ocean breeze was cool on her hot face. Ivy was limp from stress and the surge of adrenaline that had coursed through her at City Hall. She heard Shelly singing; her sister looked so happy. Shelly had a whole new purpose outside of Ezzra of the double Z. And Ivy had this house to salvage from the mess her husband had left behind.
She chewed her lip. She had to figure out a way to save what they had.
A thought suddenly occurred to her. Her daughter Misty ha
