Chapter 3
April tried to keep herself from checking her watch every few minutes, but it got harder as the morning wore on toward afternoon. She expected Fran to be a couple of hours late, of course, especially when she wasn’t going to be the center of a bunch of people’s attention.
But stretching a promise to be there by eight to pushing noon without even a phone call or text was still a bit much.
On the other hand, April had no doubt in her mind that the work was going exponentially faster without her older sister’s interference and never-ending stream of oh-so-precious advice.
Er, her help.
And because Michele actually did help so much, and with a hell of a lot more than sorting and moving Uncle Jefferson’s things, the hours and the work were flying by.
They’d made quite a bit more
