Summer Kisses. Melinda Curtis

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      “We like it.” It had everything Becca needed—kitchen, bathroom, shower, wheels to move on with. All that was missing was a laundry room.

      “Is that your husband?” Agnes pointed to the picture of Terry. “He looks handsome.”

      The chicken suddenly seemed very dry. Becca swallowed. “He was, although how you can tell beneath all that war paint is beyond me.”

      “Anyone who can smile like that is handsome in my book.” Agnes’s gaze moved on to the other picture. “Who are the women?”

      “My mom and grandmother. That was taken at Mom’s college graduation.” The Polaroid shot had faded, even the orange in her grandmother’s dress, but their smiles still felt bright.

      Abby finished her dinner and went to sit at the steps leading outside, ready for her walk.

      “Feel free to park here as long as you like. It’s the least I can do, along with a couple of dinners to repay you for bringing me Harold’s ring.” Agnes gazed at it fondly.

      “He told me about your struggles.” A widow who wasn’t a widow and had chosen to honor her marriage vows, rather than follow her second love.

      Agnes glanced furtively around, as if checking to see if anyone was listening at the windows. “No one in Harmony Valley knows. They would have said it was too soon after Manny passed away.”