âSheâs a judgeâJudge Olivia Lockhartâand Iâm proud as can be of her. When she was a girl, Olivia was a skinny little thing. She grew up tall, though. Very striking. Sheâs in her earlyfifties now, and she still turns heads. Itâs the way she carries herself. Just looking at her, people know sheâs someone important. Thatâs my daughter, the judge, but to me sheâll always be my little brown-eyed girl. I get a lot of joy out of sitting in her courtroom while sheâs presiding.â She shook her head. âHere I am talking about myself instead of Cedar Cove.â If sheâd had questions to answer, Charlotte wouldâve found this easier; unfortunately, it wasnât possible for Tom to ask.
âWeâre only a ferry ride away from Seattle, but weâre a rural community. I live in the town proper, but plenty of folks have chickens and horses. Of course, thatâs outside the city limits.â
Tom nodded in her direction.
âYouâre asking about me?â
His answering smile told her sheâd guessed right.
Charlotte smiled, a bit flustered. She lifted her hand to her head and smoothed the soft wavy hair. At seventy-two, her hair was completely white. It suited her, if she did say so herself. Her face was relatively unlined; sheâd always been proud of her complexionâa woman was allowed a little vanity, wasnât she?
âIâm a widow,â she began. âClydeâs been gone nearly twenty years. He died much too youngâcancer.â She lowered her eyes. âHe worked at the Naval shipyard. We had two children, William and Olivia. You know, the judge. William works in the energy business and travels all over the world, and Olivia married and settled down right here in Cedar Cove. Her children graduated from the same high school she did. The school hangs a picture of each yearâs graduating class on the wall and itâs quite interesting to look back on all those young smiling faces and see whatâs become of them.â Charlottegrew thoughtful. âJustineâs picture is there. She was Jordanâs twin and oh, I do worry about her. Sheâs twenty-eight now and dating an older man neither her mother nor I trust.â Charlotte stopped herself from saying more. âJames is Oliviaâs youngest, and heâs currently in the Navy. It was a shock to all of us when he enlisted. William and his wife decided against children, and I sometimes wonder if they regret that now. I think Will might, but not Georgia.â Although both her children were in their fifties, Charlotte still worried about them.
Tomâs eyes drifted shut, then swiftly opened.
âYouâre tired,â Charlotte said, realizing she was discussing her concerns about her daughter and grandchildren more than she was giving Tom an overview of Cedar Cove.
He shook his head slightly, as if he didnât want her to leave.
Charlotte stood and placed her hand on his shoulder. âIâll be back soon, Tom. You should get some sleep. Besides, itâs time I headed for the courthouse. Oliviaâs on the bench this morning and Iâm finishing a baby blanket.â Deciding she should explain, she added, âI do my best knitting in court. The Chronicle did an article about me a couple of years ago with a photo! There I was, sitting in court with my needles and my yarn. Which reminds me, if youâd like Iâll bring in the local paper and read it to you. Until just this week, we only had the Wednesday edition, but the paper was recently sold and a new editor hired. Heâs expanded to two papers a week. Isnât that nice?â
Tom smiled.
âThis is a lovely little town,â Charlotte told him, leaning forward to pat his hand. âYouâre going to like it here so well.â
She started out the door and saw that her new friend didnâthave a lap robe. The ladies at the Senior Center