“How about this: when you and Frannie inherit the property, you two can do what you want with it. Turn it into a commune, for all I care.” Too late. Tessa wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Already in the works,” she said coolly. Ken looked to Frannie for an explanation. “It’s kind of true,” Frannie said, giggling. “It’s what Aunt Abby says she’s going to do with the Arcadia. Turn it into an artists’ cooperative.” “Is that so?” said Ken. So, once again, it was Abby.
