Feels Like Home (Oyster Bay Book 1) by Olivia Miles

Author:Olivia Miles [Miles, Olivia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rosewood Press
Published: 2017-11-05T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

The Harper family had been coming to The Lantern ever since Uncle Chip opened the place, back when Margo’s parents were newlyweds. The family had celebrated everything here: lobster with garlic mashed potatoes for birthdays; clam chowder with biscuits for New Year’s Day lunch; and ice cream sundaes for good grades or other special events like, say, Margo’s disastrous performance in the school talent show.

When their parents had died, the sisters agreed it was fitting for the reception to be held in the restaurant rather than at home, and Chip closed the business for the day, made his sister’s favorite dishes, and half the town had stopped by and hugged them and cried with them, and as awful as that day had been, Margo knew it could have been worse. She had her friends and family surrounding her, sharing in her grief. It wasn’t until she went home to her house in Charleston that the sorrow hit her, and there was no one to talk to, no one who could understand. Ash had tried, but he didn’t understand. He hadn’t known her parents, hadn’t been a part of their memories, hadn’t shared in so much of her life.

“I still don’t see why I couldn’t bring Pudgie,” Mimi grumbled as Margo helped her into a chair.

Abby stopped unbuttoning her coat for a moment as she met Margo’s eye. “Oh, I think Pudgie is happier at home, Mimi.”

“Home?” Mimi half laughed. “You call that dump a home?”

“That dump is costing—” Abby pinched her lips. “Never mind.”

Oh, dear. Margo took her seat while Abby flagged down a busboy. “A bottle of Pinot Grigio,” she said.

“I’ll get your waiter,” he replied.

“Oh, but you don’t mind, do you? Just this once? It’s been a day. And we’re celebrating.” Abby batted her lashes and, cheeks flushing, the poor young man muttered his agreement and hurried away.

“He’s not the waiter, Abby,” Margo scolded.

Abby just held her stare, her face impassive. “Tell me, could you have waited another fifteen minutes for something to take the edge off?”

Margo looked down at the scratch on her hand, which Pudgie had left there after first climbing and then jumping from the drapes to Margo’s shoulder, much to Mimi’s endless delight.

“Pudgie was having so much fun!” Mimi said now. “He loves company.”

Margo reached for her water. Abby was right. She did need a drink. “Yes, well, the party is over.” While her grandmother sulked, Margo leaned across the table and hissed to her sister, “You really thought it would be a good idea to get her that cat?”

“Don’t blame me!” Abby’s eyes were wide. “She was lonely. I assumed a cat would be less work than a dog, not that they allow dogs at Serenity Hills. It isn’t my fault that it has such a large personality.”

A large personality. That was one way of phrasing it. Though she’d only met Pudgie twice, Margo could practically count the number of teeth in his mouth from his multiple attempts of nipping at her.

“He’s not so bad, really,” Abby continued.

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