Debbie Macomber by Where Angels Go Page B

once Rosalie saw the facilities for herself, she’d have a change of heart. If he couldn’t get her to tour Liberty Orchard, perhaps Lucy could.
    â€œHow about tomorrow afternoon?” Lucy said. “Around three o’clock? We have a book club meeting at two and there’s an exercise class before that. I wouldn’t want to miss either one.”
    â€œThey have exercise classes?” Rosalie sounded impressed.
    â€œThere’s something to do every day. Before the move, it was a big deal just to step outside the house.”
    Rosalie shared a surprised glance with Harry. “I know what you mean. We’d love to come by, Lucy.”
    â€œI’ll see you tomorrow, then,” Lucy said, looking pleased.
    She wasn’t nearly as pleased as Harry, though. This couldn’t have worked out better had he planned it. Lucy’s opportune appearance had led to the next day’s visit in the most natural possible way. It was exactly what he’d prayed would happen.
    They finished collecting their purchases and by the time they returned to the house Harry needed a nap. The doc had insisted he couldn’t carry anything heavier than five pounds, so his wife brought in the groceries from the garage. He made it to his recliner and was asleep almost before he elevated his feet.
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    Mercy was delighted at how well the meeting with Lucy Menard had gone. She sat in the motorized cart Harry had recently vacated, flushed with pleasure.
    â€œHow did you manage that? ” Goodness asked, sitting on the handlebars of the same cart. “Did you know about Lucy?”
    Hands behind her head, Mercy leaned back, gleeful with joy. “I did some research and discovered that Lucy and Rosalie had once been best friends. Then I noticed that she’d recently moved into Liberty Orchard. After that, all I had to do was arrange a coincidental meeting in the grocery.”
    â€œAnd, pray tell, how did this ‘coincidental’ meeting come about?”
    â€œI simply absconded with her remaining package of microwave popcorn. I also shuffled around her collection of DVDs and put It’s a Wonderful Life on top. Which reminded her it’s time for her annual viewing—and that, of course, means she needs popcorn.” Mercy chortled. “Piece of cake.”
    â€œDid someone mention the bakery?” Shirley asked, fluttering down from above, her wings stirring up flyers in the store’s foyer. A youngster chased after them, then disappeared into the store.
    When Shirley caught sight of Mercy on the motorized cart, her eyes widened. “Don’t even think about it,” she warned. “Gabriel asked me to keep an eye on the two of you. He knows, as I do, that you aren’t to be trusted.”
    â€œI wasn’t going to take the cart for a spin or anything,” Mercy protested.
    â€œBut you did think about it.”
    Shirley knew her all too well. “I considered it.” Mercy sighed heavily. “But I’m older and wiser now, and no longer given to flights of fancy.” This thing was almost as good as a golf cart (there’d been that unfortunate incident at the Augusta golf course) but if Shirley wasn’t going to say anything, Mercy certainly wouldn’t, either.
    â€œYou’re not to encourage her,” Shirley warned Goodness.
    â€œMoi?” The other angel brought her hand to her heart with an expression of pure innocence.
    Shirley claimed the seat on a second cart. “I thought we should confer before we start our assignments,” she said.
    Mercy didn’t know when Shirley had been put in charge or begun sounding so self-important. She obviously saw herself as their boss; this didn’t sit right with Mercy, but she’d do whatever it took to finish her assignment.
    â€œWe each have an important task set before us,” Shirley announced as if standing at a podium and addressing a huge crowd. She tilted her chin