Chapter 5

I had heard, though, like my father, that Jolly’s mother had passed away.

“That’s nice,” I replied to him. “How is your dad?”

“Good. He lives in one of those assisted living places in Middlebury. So I’ll pick him up Friday and have him stay with me before the parade Saturday.”

“I’ll have to go watch the parade.”

Mom patted my hand. “We all will. It’s a tradition.”

I picked up my wineglass and took a sip. “What made you decide to run for mayor, Jolly?”

He shrugged. “Wanted to make a difference in my own city, I guess. Lived here my entire life. It’s a good place. Wanted it to remain a good place. And for everyone.”

“Got any aspirations for a broader political career?”

“Nothing like that. Mayor of Willowbrook for my term is good enough for me. I like the bakery business. Well, the baking part anyway. Not as crazy about the financial parts, but I manage.”

“That’s great. I’m glad you found something you really love.”

Mom stood. “Everyone ready for cake?”