Lola and Melissa were walking on the streets in town, passing stores and cafes and listening to the music playing on the speakers.

“Oh here, sweetheart, can you hold that?” Greta, the owner of the antique store, asked and handed a colorful light string to Melissa.

“Of course, Greta,” she smiled and helped hold the string while Greta stood on the stepping stool and hung the lights across her windows.

Greta was much like everyone's grandmother in Wild Cliff and ...