She extended a hand toward Frieda. “I’m Tuesday Love.”      Frieda’s arm halted in the act of rising, but she recovered quickly. “Tuesday Love. What an interesting name. I’m Frieda Devall.”      “And I’m Millie Richadson.” Mille stepped forward to shake the woman’s hand next. “Were you born on a Tuesday, dear?”      Tuesday squeezed her fingers with a grip firmer than most men’s. “No.” She winked behind her bangs. “Tuesday was my parents’ day off.”      During a moment of shocked silence, Millie’s cheeks warmed. “I see. Um. Well, welcome to Goose Creek.” In the acknowledgements at the end of this novel,