Broken Bonds
“Although they had a quiet table in an alcove of the dining room facing the large fireplace, people knew him and many came by to say hello.
Char soon discovered Matt was an everyman—problem solver, font of information, enforcer, friend. She loved people, but she was introduced to so many her head spun. And, despite herself, she secretly resented having to share Matt’s attention.
“There you are, Matt,” a cute redhead said as she walked by, evidently looking for someone she didn’t see. She was dressed as if she were ready to go skiing with tight pants and a sweater with deer and pine trees on it. “I got your note. What do you want to know about the arrows I make?”
“Ginger, this is my friend, Charlene Lockwood. Char, Ginger is our archery instructor and sports director, except for the golf course.”
“You all are right about that,” she said in an exaggerated drawl that Char quickly realized was not a put-on.
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