Julie, weâll call you tomorrow.â
âYou donât have to goââ Julie began, but Jackie already had the door open.
âGood night, all. It was good to see everyone,â Jackie said.
âAt least take some brownies with you,â Julie said, holding out a napkin with two on it.
Darla snatched the brownies. âThanks, Julie. Weâll take you to lunch one day this week. Good night, everyone!â
They hurried to the truck. Jackie was out of breath after scrambling through the slushy snow. âGosh! Thatâs what we get for trying to busybody as successfully as Fiona!â Jackie cranked the ignition and gunned the truck down the snow-covered gravel drive.
âI thought you said Sabrina was just a garden-variety fortune-teller.â Darla chewed her brownie happily. âThese brownies are great. Are you going to want yours?â
âNo.â Nausea swept Jackie at the mention of food. âMaybe I am coming down with a bug.â
âPerhaps we should carry a line of christening gowns, maybe even matching mom-and-me bride and baby gowns.â
âIâm not pregnant,â Jackie said, still thinking about Sabrina. Very tough to put anything over on Judge Julie. The home-health-care provider story was an angle Jackie hadnât envisioned.
âWeâll see,â Darla said. âEverybodyâs stories seem to be changing pretty fast. Good thing youâre in the mood for change, huh?â
âYeah,â Jackie said, âIâm a real big fan of change.â
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O N S UNDAY MORNING , Pete noticed Fiona looked shockedâand none too pleasedâwhen all of them piled into the van. This was nothing different from their usual routine. Whoever was available on Sunday mornings jumped in the van to go to Mass with Fiona and Burke.
âGood morning, Aunt Fiona, Burke,â Pete said, as they all grabbed their usual seats.
She turned to glare at them. âWhat are you doing?â
âKeeping you company, just like we always do,â Pete said, to a chorus of accompanying grunts from his brothers.
âYou should be out looking for wives,â she said, her doughy little face sweetâdetermined, yet sweet.
âDonât you worry about a thing, dear aunt.â Pete patted her on the shoulder. âWeâve come up with a solution to the problem.â
She brightened. âYou have?â She cast a slightly optimistic glance over the carload of big men. âIâm so happy to hear it. Did you hear that, Burke? They have a solution!â
Burke started the engine. âWindshield wipers are stuck. Just a minute.â He got out of the van.
âSo tell me,â Fiona said. âDonât make me wait.â
âSamâs going to get married,â Pete said.
Fionaâs eyes went wide. âSam?â
Sam nodded. âIf it makes you happy, Aunt Fiona, itâs no skin off my nose.â
She glanced around the van. âAnybody else?â
âNope,â Pete said. âSamâs getting married, so Sam will get Rancho Diablo.â
âYouâre all nutty as fruitcakes if you think Iâm going to fall for this,â Fiona said. âWhat a bunch of sissies!â
Pete blinked. âNone of us, with the exception of Sam, are ready to settle down. So we forfeit.â
Fiona turned back around. Pete could see her staring out the window, watching Burke as he picked ice off the wipers. âWell, then,â she said, her tone deceptively enthusiastic, âwhom are you going to marry, Sam?â
Pete glanced at Sam, as did all the other brothers. Fiona turned to pin her youngest nephew with a watchful look that was all Fiona. Theyâd seen that look too many times over the years not to heed the warning to tread carefully.
âWell, Iââ Sam glanced around to his brothers for help. They hadnât planned that far into their scheme. Pete looked at Sam. Jonas
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