Page 44 of Christmas Magic

“Sorry. I was just mentally reviewing plans for the party.” She managed a bright smile. “Is your father staying in town for Christmas, Grace?”

“He is. Maybe he’ll try and catch up with some of his historical society friends.” Grace took a long drink of coffee then pushed the mug aside. “I really must go.”

“You won’t stay for some dessert?” Roberta sounded disappointed.

“I have a few errands to run before I pick my daughters up from the elementary school.” She put the garment bag on the seat beside Roberta. “It was great to meet you both. Good luck with your party.”

After the young woman had gone, Cora met her friend’s gaze.

“So, Fred is in town,” Roberta murmured.

Cora stared down at her coffee. That summer when she’d been a teenager, after learning that he’d left Cat’s Paw Cove, Cora had sobbed on Roberta’s shoulder for hours. Roberta had held her tight and been a best friend to her then and ever since. Cora had certainly appreciated Roberta’s support a few years ago, after Fred’s regrettable actions at the holiday party.

“I’ll bet Fred’s still as handsome as ever.”

Cora sighed. “Doesn’t matter if he is. I’m not interested.” She glanced at the menu again, even though she’d likely order her usual.

“Those magic sprinkles. Are you still willing to give them to me?”

“Why?” If Roberta intended to use them on Cora and Fred, the answer would be a firm no.

“Talking about Fred has made me think of the past and…some missed opportunities.”

Sadness softened the gray-haired woman’s tone. With a pang of sympathy, Cora recalled a couple of times that her friend had cried on her shoulder.

“I’ve changed my mind.” Roberta reached her age-spotted hand, palm up, across the table. “I’ll take the sprinkles after all.”