Tiffany wished she could argue, but being in love was exactly the problem. Being really in love. She deeply feared that Lillian Lamont had only experienced true l**t. And while it had clearly been joyous based upon her entries, it now left Tiffany wholly adrift without any clear guidance of how to be.
“Why come to me? What about your friends?”
“You are my first friend in Eagle Cove, Mrs. Wilson.”
“Oh damn, child.”
Tiffany looked up to see her wiping at her eyes.
“That… Oh dear.” She blew her nose into a paper napkin and then reached across the small table to squeeze Tiffany’s hand. “Well, if we are such great friends, Ms. Mills, then you had best call me Maggie and I shall call you Tiffany, henceforth.”
“Okay, Maggie,” Tiffany stumbled a bit over it. Because she’d almost said…well, w
