All About Evie

Books by Cathy Lamb

JULIA’S CHOCOLATES

THE LAST TIME I WAS ME

HENRY’S SISTERS

SUCH A PRETTY FACE

THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF MY LIFE

A DIFFERENT KIND OF NORMAL

IF YOU COULD SEE WHAT I SEE

WHAT I REMEMBER MOST

MY VERY BEST FRIEND

THE LANGUAGE OF SISTERS

NO PLACE I’D RATHER BE

THE MAN SHE MARRIED

ALL ABOUT EVIE

Published by Kensington Publishing Corporation

all about evie

CATHY LAMB

KENSINGTON BOOKS
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Table of Contents

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Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
ALL ABOUT EVIE
DISCUSSION QUESTIONS

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Copyright © 2019 by Cathy Lamb

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ISBN: 978-1-4967-0985-1

First Kensington Electronic Edition: November 2019

ISBN-13: 978-1-4967-0985-1
ISBN-10: 1-4967-0985-3

For

Todd and Cindy Everts

May the laughter roll on

Chapter 1

Evie Lindsay
San Orcanita Island, Washington
2012

I knew she was going to be hit by a white truck.

The little girl was skipping up the main street in our small town, several blocks past my yellow bookstore. I was carrying a box of books I’d been reviewing at home in one arm and a cat kennel with Ghost in it in the other. Ghost the Cat loves to go to my bookstore and hang out, so sometimes I bring her. She was meowing with excitement. She’s clearly a book lover.

It was early in the morning and sunny. People were up and about, tourists eager to explore the island, townspeople chatting, fishermen headed to their boats, bread lovers entering the bakery, coffee lovers drinking a cup on the bay, the farmers’ market open . . . and there was the young girl up ahead with her mother, a red ribbon in her brown hair bouncing about.

I closed my eyes. I reenvisioned the premonition, what I’d seen in a flash when I noticed her. I paid attention to the clothes she’d been wearing, her placement, right in front of the library, a greyhound on a leash behind her, and Mr. Hayes eating a doughnut across the street.