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festival theme that must have been the origin of homecoming. Though... that may be too bland.”
Darla laughed and shook her head.
“Nope, it's just something made up early in the last century to welcome home the alumni at colleges, trying to increase funding and remind them where they came from. Not a great dance theme, “give us some money” especially for a public school. Barn dance has some potential. We could get a hay ride together and play up the whole country thing. Maybe set it circa eighteen-fifties? Simple dresses and work clothes for the boys?”
The discussion went on until they heard a car pull up in the front of the drive and then the garage door open.
Darla leaned in slowly, looking at the door everyone would be coming through in a few moments.
“Um, needless to say, we keep the visitor quiet? We had to handle it, because it really could hurt them if it decided to be persistent about it. Cancer and a few other nasty things eventually. They would just think we were making fun of them or tricking them though, if we told them and Hally would still get scared. Nice girl, but a bit of a worrier.”
“Oh. Sure. No problem.” Keeley hadn't forgotten about the ghost in the jar, not really. That wouldn't be happening for a while, but she'd gotten a bit distracted with dance ideas. It didn't seem like the ghost would be leaving any time soon and really, it would be rude to demand answers from Darla, wouldn't it? So instead they focused on something innocent.
Apparently that same topic, the dance, was what the other two girls had been discussing when they strolled in with a tray of coffees from a shop in town. Keeley was simply handed one that had a lot of whipped topping on it. She nearly declined but Darla winked at her.
“Don't worry, you won't get fat from this. I guarantee, if you don't lose at least a pound this weekend I'll move you in and become your permanent diet buddy.”
Keeley heard the good humor in her voice, but still couldn't quite decide if it was an encouragement to drink the thing foisted on her or a threat to keep her from doing it. Whatever it was, it had a vague chocolate flavor, was bitter and probably cost too much. She thanked the girls for getting it for her, wondering if she should pay them back. She had a little money with her, just in case they did something, a twenty she'd pulled from her stash at home before she left. No one mentioned it though.
Hally started first.
“So, we were thinking, how about, “beneath the waves” to go with last year's theme? We already have some decorations left!”
Eve wanted it to be bubbles and balloons. Possibly lollipops. That those where more decorations than a theme wasn't really lost on her, she just thought it would look cool and that anything they did would be lame, so why bother fighting it? In a very real way, Keeley thought the fresh faced brunette had a point.
No matter how good an idea was, the execution would be limited by the funds on hand. That and the amount of participation they could get. If people tried to dress the part of whatever they were doing, it would work a lot better. Darla agreed with this and nodded.
“Country barn dance then. That or the U.S.O., we can rent locations for either one or possibly get someone to lend us the space for free. The farm theme is easier to explain to everyone though. A dance, held in a barn, not a hard concept.”
The next hour was spent explaining both ideas to Hally in depth. Eve got the barn dance right off, but a full history lesson came about world war two explaining the U.S.O... And how they set up comfort stations for the soldiers before they left for war or if they came back on leave.
“Like... whore houses?” Eve asked, sounding slightly more awed and intrigued than was reasonable. As if it made sense, as unexpected as the idea seemed.
“But for free? That sounds like a good thing, I mean, if a lot of
Darla laughed and shook her head.
“Nope, it's just something made up early in the last century to welcome home the alumni at colleges, trying to increase funding and remind them where they came from. Not a great dance theme, “give us some money” especially for a public school. Barn dance has some potential. We could get a hay ride together and play up the whole country thing. Maybe set it circa eighteen-fifties? Simple dresses and work clothes for the boys?”
The discussion went on until they heard a car pull up in the front of the drive and then the garage door open.
Darla leaned in slowly, looking at the door everyone would be coming through in a few moments.
“Um, needless to say, we keep the visitor quiet? We had to handle it, because it really could hurt them if it decided to be persistent about it. Cancer and a few other nasty things eventually. They would just think we were making fun of them or tricking them though, if we told them and Hally would still get scared. Nice girl, but a bit of a worrier.”
“Oh. Sure. No problem.” Keeley hadn't forgotten about the ghost in the jar, not really. That wouldn't be happening for a while, but she'd gotten a bit distracted with dance ideas. It didn't seem like the ghost would be leaving any time soon and really, it would be rude to demand answers from Darla, wouldn't it? So instead they focused on something innocent.
Apparently that same topic, the dance, was what the other two girls had been discussing when they strolled in with a tray of coffees from a shop in town. Keeley was simply handed one that had a lot of whipped topping on it. She nearly declined but Darla winked at her.
“Don't worry, you won't get fat from this. I guarantee, if you don't lose at least a pound this weekend I'll move you in and become your permanent diet buddy.”
Keeley heard the good humor in her voice, but still couldn't quite decide if it was an encouragement to drink the thing foisted on her or a threat to keep her from doing it. Whatever it was, it had a vague chocolate flavor, was bitter and probably cost too much. She thanked the girls for getting it for her, wondering if she should pay them back. She had a little money with her, just in case they did something, a twenty she'd pulled from her stash at home before she left. No one mentioned it though.
Hally started first.
“So, we were thinking, how about, “beneath the waves” to go with last year's theme? We already have some decorations left!”
Eve wanted it to be bubbles and balloons. Possibly lollipops. That those where more decorations than a theme wasn't really lost on her, she just thought it would look cool and that anything they did would be lame, so why bother fighting it? In a very real way, Keeley thought the fresh faced brunette had a point.
No matter how good an idea was, the execution would be limited by the funds on hand. That and the amount of participation they could get. If people tried to dress the part of whatever they were doing, it would work a lot better. Darla agreed with this and nodded.
“Country barn dance then. That or the U.S.O., we can rent locations for either one or possibly get someone to lend us the space for free. The farm theme is easier to explain to everyone though. A dance, held in a barn, not a hard concept.”
The next hour was spent explaining both ideas to Hally in depth. Eve got the barn dance right off, but a full history lesson came about world war two explaining the U.S.O... And how they set up comfort stations for the soldiers before they left for war or if they came back on leave.
“Like... whore houses?” Eve asked, sounding slightly more awed and intrigued than was reasonable. As if it made sense, as unexpected as the idea seemed.
“But for free? That sounds like a good thing, I mean, if a lot of
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