Bliss wasn’t sure what was a bigger bombshell, the Box o’ Bliss or the news that Granger had been to Lake Bittersweet before. Ever since Alvin had recognized him, something kept tickling at the back of Bliss’ mind. It was a memory that kept fluttering away the instant she tried to pin it down.
She generally had an excellent memory, especially for faces. That was why she’d recognized Congressman Linde at the yacht party. Her memory had served her well in her career. She remembered the names and personal details of hair stylists and photographers she’d worked with years earlier, and they appreciated that.
But there was an exception: her time in Lake Bittersweet. Her visits to her father had been so fraught with tension that she tended to blur them out in her memory. Her mother used to call
