store.â
âBirdieâs package store?â
Piper laughed. âYes, that cute new French owner tried to talk me into something else, but when I saw this label, I knew I had to get it. I donât know how it tastes, but Iâm easily swayed by labels.â She eyed Birdieâs ankle. âHowâre you doing?â
âIâm doing . . . but Iâll be doing a lot better after your sister gets that bottle open.â
Piper looked over and realized Sailor had broken the cork. âWhat the heck are you doing, girl?â she teased.
âIâm a beginner . . . obviously! â Sailor said, laughing.
Piper reached for the corkscrew and Sailor stepped back. âOh my, look at that bruschetta! Whereâd you get the recipe?â
Piper glanced over her shoulder. âAllrecipes.com.â
âI love that site,â Sailor said. She offered the plate to Birdie and Remy. âDid you see Remyâs pie?!â she asked, nodding over her shoulder.
Birdie sat up to see. âIs that rhubarb?â she asked in happy surprise.
âIt is,â Remy confirmed.
âLook at that fancy latticework,â Piper said, handing a glass of the red wine to Birdie and admiring the pie. âWe should take a picture and send it in to a magazine!â
Remy smiled. Her sistersâ enthusiastic compliments made all the troubleâeven going out the third time to get sugarâworth it!
âI canât remember the last time I had rhubarb pie,â Birdie mused, taking a sip of her wine and immediately feeling the strain of the day exit her body like an evil spirit. âMmm, this is good,â she said. âYou should try it.â
Piper took a small sip and nodded. Then she looked at the bottle. âIâve never had malbec.â
âYou can have a glass,â Birdie offered, but Piper knew Birdie was a tad possessive of her wine and declined.
âNo, thanks, I think Iâll just stick to white tonightâit is summer, after all.â
âIt is indeed!â Birdie said, smiling.
Sailor handed glasses to Remy and Piper, and Birdie held up her glass in toast. âTo Sailorâs new home!â
âTo Sailorâs lovely new home,â Remy corrected.
They clinked their glasses and Piper added, âAnd to finally getting her to move out here!â
âHear, hear!â Sailor said, laughing and taking a sip.
She put her glass down, uncovered the dip sheâd made, and pulled open a bag of tortilla chips. âWant to sit on the deck?â
With everyone carrying a dish, they went outside. âWhereâd all this outdoor furniture come from?â Piper asked, setting the plates on the table.
âThe previous owner left it, even the grill. I think he mustâve rented the house out to people. There were some plates and pots and pans in the kitchen, too.â
âHow come he sold it?â Remy asked.
âHe died.â
âOh,â Remy said softly.
âHappens to the best of us,â Birdie said, her voice edged with sarcasm. She paused. âSo, ladies, I have a tidbit for you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone.â
Sailor looked up from scooping dip. âOo-oo! Promise not to tells are the best kind of secrets.â
âWell, itâs not that big a deal. Itâs just that I was sworn to secrecy.â
âDo tell,â Piper pressed.
âDr. Sanders is retiring! â
âOh, no!â Remy groaned. âWho are we going to go to?â
âHeâs hiring some young new whippersnapper to take his place.â
Sailor shook her head. âI hate changing doctors. So much so, Iâve even driven out here from Boston just to get my thyroid prescription refilled. Itâs bad enough we have to go to a doctor at all, but to have to start all over with someone new.â She shook her head. âDid he say when?â
âOctober. But you canât tell anyone . . .
Xara X. Piper;Xanakas Vaughn