CHAPTER 45
It was a few minutes after seven as Susannah pulled up the long driveway of Safe Anchorage Farms. Hopefully the gift shop was still open.
She parked the car and hopped out, grateful to see the lights of the store still on. Bells jingled their welcome as she entered. A dozen scents, each one a slight variation of the next, wafted toward her. She ran her eyes over the labels of the soaps and candles made from Safe Anchorage goat milk. If Kitty didn’t have such sensitive skin, she’d buy her one of the perfumed lotions. Maybe a nice candle instead. Susannah picked up the cinnamon and then the lilac, trying to decide which Kitty would prefer.
Connie, Grandma Lucy’s niece who ran the shop, bustled out of a back room, wiping her hands on her apron. Her face lit up in a smile as her
