“Father Scott,” I said firmly, his name popping into my head at the last second. “Good to see you.”

“You seem happy today,” he said, showing excellent teeth in a cautious smile. Maybe he thought I was drunk.

“Well, you know I was at Jane’s funeral,” I began, but when his eyebrows flew up I realized I’d started at the wrong end.

“Please come in, Father, and I’ll tell you why I’m so cheerful when it might seem… inappropriate.”

“Well, if you have a minute, I’ll come in. Maybe I caught you at a bad time? And please call me Aubrey.”

“No, this is fine. And call me Aurora. Or Roe, most people just call me Roe.” Actually, I’d wanted a little alone time to get used to the idea of being rich, but telling someone would be fun too. I tried to remember how messy the place was. “Please come in, I’ll make some coffee.” And I just laughed.

He surely thought I was crazy as a loon, but he had to come in now.

“I haven’t seen you to talk to since my mother got married,” I babbled, as I twisted my key in the lock and flung open the door into the kitchen and living area. Good, it was quite neat.

“John’s a wonderful man and a staunch member of the congregation,” he said, having to look down at me quite sharply now that I was close. Why didn’t I ever meet short men? I was doomed to go through life with a crick in my neck. “John and your mother are still on their honeymoon?”

“Yes, they’re having such a good time I wouldn’t be surprised if they stayed longer. My mother hasn’t taken a vacation in at least six years. You know she owns a real estate business.”

“That’s what John told me,” Aubrey Scott said politely. He was still standing right inside the door.

“Oh, I forgot my manners! Please come have a seat!” I tossed my purse on the counter and waved at the matching tan suede love seat and chair in the “living area,” which lay beyond the “kitchen area.”