Matrons and Madams. Sharon Johnston

you used a date mixture, but I preferred the jam.”

      “Your uncle Ned paid a full month’s wages for this New Silver Moon stove on our first anniversary,” Aunt Marjorie said, looking fondly at the stove. “You were always intrigued by the name. That’s why I want you, the daughter we never had, to inherit it. I’ve set aside money to transport this stove wherever you are, so long as it’s not Timbuktu.”

      Lily laughed. “I don’t want to inherit the stove anytime soon, Aunt Marjorie.”

      “Just remember, there were never more than six hundred New Silver Moons manufactured.”