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“What?” Goldie practically shouted when I shared the news about the robbery. We stood on her front porch. She and Paul had bought a small bungalow when Nate and I married. It was one story, over a hundred years old, and just three blocks from the store.
“Everything turned out fine,” I replied, downplaying the entire incident.
“But it might have turned out far worse.” She had a hand to her neck and some color drained from her face underneath her bronzer.
I gave her a quick hug when the boys stampeded out onto the front porch. I figured the conversation was over…for now.
“Mom, guess what?” Bobby asked.
“What?”
“We got to go in the hot tub in our underwear!”
Goldie and Paul had a hot tub in their backyard. They used it all year round, but it was fabulous for the winter. It held eigh
