“Sorry, I have a bad habit of doing that. It’s from dealing with trauma situations where there’s always a lot of noise. I’m used to shouting medical orders over the din.” He consciously lowered his voice. “What did you do with Dottie’s frogs?”
Serena looked over her shoulder to where his gaze aimed at the bare wall, then turned back to him.
“Most of her figurines and wall hangings were gone by the time we moved in. Your brothers came and got all the family items that meant anything to them. I stored what they didn’t want, until I have time to sort through it all. She had a lot of knickknacks!” Serena smiled.
Jonas scratched his chin. “She had a collection of frogs. They were her favorite. I loved buying them for her.” He fought back his defensiveness. Of course his brothers had cleaned out the house before Serena and Pepé moved in.
He’d have to find out who got the frogs. He’d loved Dottie’s frogs as a kid, and had given her many of them for her birthdays and Mother’s Day. One of his brothers had probably boxed them up and forgotten it.
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