Making Waves by Meredith Summers

Author:Meredith Summers [Summers, Meredith]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Meredith Summers

Andie loved taking flowers from the gardens at Tides to her mother. It was fitting, too, since her mother had been the one to foster her interest in gardening in the first place.

Today she’d picked a small bouquet of black-eyed Susans and purple cone flowers and put them in one of her grandmother’s vases to bring for Addie. The flowers always cheered her mother, and it felt like she was keeping her in touch with the gardens she’d cherished so much.

“These are lovely, dear!” Addie’s face lit up as she took the vase from Andie. She sniffed the flowers, closing her eyes, her smile widening. Then she examined the vase. “Don’t tell Nona you are using one of her good vases. She’ll scold you.”

“It will be our secret.” Andie wasn’t worried. Nona had died decades ago.

Andie reached for the Sandcastles bakery bag on the small desk under the window. She’d seen Jane grab the bag on her way out with Mike to visit Tall Pines and figured Claire had supplied her with a few fresh muffins for Addie. Too bad the bag was empty. She was hungry and could have used one of those chocolate chip muffins.

When she’d been picking the flowers, she’d seen Jane and Claire talking to Maxi’s husband on the back porch at Tides. Looked like they were in quite the conversation. Andie wondered what that was about. Maxi and James were going through a hard time. Was he trying to weasel his way back in? Andie didn’t need to worry about him pulling any shenanigans, though. She’d seen Sally join the conversation, and the old woman was sharp. She wouldn’t let James pull the wool over anyone’s eyes, if, in fact, that was what he was doing.

A knock on the door drew Andie from her thoughts.

Standing in the doorway was a tiny woman with wispy white hair. She had a thick maroon cardigan wrapped around her despite the fact that it was summer and the air conditioning was barely on. She had an intricate silver box clutched to her chest.

“Sorry to interrupt.” Her voice was timid. “Are you the girl that knows about antiques?”

The question took her by surprise. Had Rita mentioned her to the woman? “Yes, I am.”

“I’m Gloria Farnsworth. I was hoping you could look at this box for me.” The woman held the box out. Even from eight feet away, Andie could see it was a high-quality piece with an intricate raised design.

“Of course, come in.” Andie glanced at Addie.

“Yes, please do come in.” Addie gestured for Gloria to enter.

Gloria shuffled over to Andie and handed her the box. Andie dug out her reading glasses and started to inspect it. Turning it over, she saw the English silver hallmarks for pieces made in Birmingham in 1890. “It’s solid silver and old.”

She inspected the sides and top. It was in great condition, the raised floral decoration very intricate. The inside was lined with cobalt-blue velvet in near perfect condition with only a few spots of wear.

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