Overview

Long past the age where my parents expected more children, I came along. Surprise! My older siblings were already either grown or almost by the time I arrived, and although Mom and Dad never complained about having to start all over again, I always wondered if they’d had other plans for their golden years.

When I completed my education, they were both elderly and needed someone to take care of them. After all their love and kindness, what could I do but step in and return the favor. None of my siblings helped, but it never seemed a burden. Sure, I had dreams. But every Sunday when I took them on an outing to the ice cream parlor and watched them laugh and share their treats, it was the highlight of my week.

After they passed, my siblings who had somehow managed never to be available to drive Dad to the doctor or Mom to a hair appointment sat stunned as the attorney read their will. They were left out in very clear language. I inherited it all, along with my freedom to live my life as I saw fit. I missed them, but it was time to make a fresh start.

Open an ice cream parlor. One that offers imaginative flavors. Wild tastes. Over-the top treats with house-made everything. But where? I close my eyes, walk to the map on the wall, and let Fate decide where I’ll move.

Oliver Creek it is.

Hope they like ice cream there.