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AFTER FIANNA HAD collected herself upon hearing her mother’s sad announcement about her health, she made her way into the O’Donnell House with Mary Margaret and Davina. Inside, Fianna gazed around. She’d been in the house many times over the years, but now she looked at it with a fresh designer’s eye.
The large Georgian-era home had cherry red walls and dark polished wood floors over which hand-woven rugs were arranged. Flowers graced the entry and living room, and in the dining room an extended cherrywood dining room table was set with vintage Waterford crystal and china that Fianna knew had been in the family for generations. The sweet spring scent of white lilies permeated the rooms.
“Fianna!” Lizzie rushed to her side and hugged her. “I’m so relieved to see you,” she whispered in
