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loved the treats. Why don't you just ask them their feelings about the
cookies and muffins next week?"
"Because people never tell what they don't like when you ask them
face-to-face. They only give you lots of compliments and that doesn't always
help." Dakota was silent for a moment, her brow furrowed. "What about
that crazy girl? Did she eat any cookies?" Georgia was always cheered by
Dakota's single-minded ambition.
"Yes, my little Martha Stewart, she ate about fifteen cookies, I'd
say." Georgia grinned back as Dakota's eyes lit up. Score! "That girl
may be rather obsessive about Miss Julia Roberts, but she had more than enough
time to eat everything in sight." Georgia looked out the window and spoke
softly. "The end of the evening was a bit of a bang-up, but she doesn't
seem like a dangerous type. We all sat down with her for a long time and got
quite a story."
Georgia smiled to herself as she remembered. So far, that magazine article had
brought both good and bad. The redhead wasn't actually crazy. Or even a druggie
or a psycho. No, she was something worse: an NYU student who was hell-bent on
making a film. Only there were around a million issues with getting it done,
starting with the fact that she and her group had next to no money. And
somewhere along the way they had realized they really needed a Big Name to make
a go of the project. A few too many drinks while reading a People article about celebs who love knitting crossed with a mention on the New
York Post 's Page Six that Miss Julia was in town, and then that New York mompreneur piece; it just seemed so perfect. Julia
would probably need wool while she was in town and they would catch her
off-guard, convince her to do a cameo in their searing crime drama! And so the
young woman used the entire $12.75 she had in her pocket to buy odds and ends
while she scouted out Walker and Daughter. Which, by the way, she had said to
no one in particular, is really cute. You've done a lot with this place. Ever
thought about making a commercial for cable? Because I could help you with
that.
And then she slowly took a cookie off the plate on the table and ate it. And when
no one said anything, she ate another. Cookie after cookie after cookie while
the members of the club stared. And stared.
* * *
Of course, Georgia couldn't deny that she'd had
many a young actress come in to learn how to knit, desperate to while away the
waiting time during auditions. And she had several local celebs pop into the
store now and then. In fact, two of her regulars included the six o'clock
anchor on channel 4—who was a first-rate knitter to boot—and that sweet girl
from the soaps who won the Emmy for Outstanding Younger Actress last year. But
Julia Roberts? It may have been a long time since Georgia had seen a movie that
wasn't rated PG, but even Georgia would have recognized a megawatt movie star
like Julia Roberts. And no matter what the Post was reporting, there'd
been no A- listers in Walker and Daughter for some
time now. Well, ever, to be honest.
"So then she liked the cookies? She didn't find them too rich? Too… peanutty ?" Dakota was nothing if not focused. She
pulled out a notebook from the backpack that she'd slung over the chair back
instead of putting it away after school on Friday, opened it up to-the middle,
and began to write in glitter ink. Georgia leaned over to see the title—PEANUT
BUTTER COOKIES WITH CRUMBLES, RECIPE #2—and a line drawn down the middle of the
page. On one side of the sheet was the word "comments"; Dakota
hesitated, then wrote: "Took cookies home—positive sign." On the
other side was the word "name." Darwin Chiu and Lucie. Dakota looked
up at her mom.
"Mom, what's Lucie's last name?"
"Brennan. She was more than a little exasperated with that film student
crashing club last night. Said she came to the store to get away from her
type." She tugged on one of Dakota's braids. "Turns out she's a
freelance TV producer. She's so quiet I'd never really
cookies and muffins next week?"
"Because people never tell what they don't like when you ask them
face-to-face. They only give you lots of compliments and that doesn't always
help." Dakota was silent for a moment, her brow furrowed. "What about
that crazy girl? Did she eat any cookies?" Georgia was always cheered by
Dakota's single-minded ambition.
"Yes, my little Martha Stewart, she ate about fifteen cookies, I'd
say." Georgia grinned back as Dakota's eyes lit up. Score! "That girl
may be rather obsessive about Miss Julia Roberts, but she had more than enough
time to eat everything in sight." Georgia looked out the window and spoke
softly. "The end of the evening was a bit of a bang-up, but she doesn't
seem like a dangerous type. We all sat down with her for a long time and got
quite a story."
Georgia smiled to herself as she remembered. So far, that magazine article had
brought both good and bad. The redhead wasn't actually crazy. Or even a druggie
or a psycho. No, she was something worse: an NYU student who was hell-bent on
making a film. Only there were around a million issues with getting it done,
starting with the fact that she and her group had next to no money. And
somewhere along the way they had realized they really needed a Big Name to make
a go of the project. A few too many drinks while reading a People article about celebs who love knitting crossed with a mention on the New
York Post 's Page Six that Miss Julia was in town, and then that New York mompreneur piece; it just seemed so perfect. Julia
would probably need wool while she was in town and they would catch her
off-guard, convince her to do a cameo in their searing crime drama! And so the
young woman used the entire $12.75 she had in her pocket to buy odds and ends
while she scouted out Walker and Daughter. Which, by the way, she had said to
no one in particular, is really cute. You've done a lot with this place. Ever
thought about making a commercial for cable? Because I could help you with
that.
And then she slowly took a cookie off the plate on the table and ate it. And when
no one said anything, she ate another. Cookie after cookie after cookie while
the members of the club stared. And stared.
* * *
Of course, Georgia couldn't deny that she'd had
many a young actress come in to learn how to knit, desperate to while away the
waiting time during auditions. And she had several local celebs pop into the
store now and then. In fact, two of her regulars included the six o'clock
anchor on channel 4—who was a first-rate knitter to boot—and that sweet girl
from the soaps who won the Emmy for Outstanding Younger Actress last year. But
Julia Roberts? It may have been a long time since Georgia had seen a movie that
wasn't rated PG, but even Georgia would have recognized a megawatt movie star
like Julia Roberts. And no matter what the Post was reporting, there'd
been no A- listers in Walker and Daughter for some
time now. Well, ever, to be honest.
"So then she liked the cookies? She didn't find them too rich? Too… peanutty ?" Dakota was nothing if not focused. She
pulled out a notebook from the backpack that she'd slung over the chair back
instead of putting it away after school on Friday, opened it up to-the middle,
and began to write in glitter ink. Georgia leaned over to see the title—PEANUT
BUTTER COOKIES WITH CRUMBLES, RECIPE #2—and a line drawn down the middle of the
page. On one side of the sheet was the word "comments"; Dakota
hesitated, then wrote: "Took cookies home—positive sign." On the
other side was the word "name." Darwin Chiu and Lucie. Dakota looked
up at her mom.
"Mom, what's Lucie's last name?"
"Brennan. She was more than a little exasperated with that film student
crashing club last night. Said she came to the store to get away from her
type." She tugged on one of Dakota's braids. "Turns out she's a
freelance TV producer. She's so quiet I'd never really
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