game? Wouldnât any objections sheâd had have been made when Max was casting in the first place? Maybe she hadnât heard âNever act with children or dogsââor hadnât believed it. Whatever her opinion had been earlier, she was certainly definite now. Faith added a small bud vase with a single pale pink rose, a damask napkin, and appropriate cutlery. She knew from past experiences that catering to the stars meant exactly that.
The tray dispatched, Faith, Niki, Pix, and the rest of the staff turned their attention to preparing for the stampede that would arrive shortlyânot before Pix had voiced her irritation with little Miss Carroll, however.
âYou know what I think about spanking,â she said. Faith nodded and quoted, ââA parent out of control means a child out of control.ââ Pix had taken some sort of parent-awareness classes at Adult Ed in between pierced lamp shades and folded star patchwork tree ornaments.
âBut,â continued Pix, and it was a momentous but, âthis child needs someone to turn her over his or her kneeâand if I see her push her mother again, itâs going to be mine, no matter how much money Americaâs Sweetheart makes.â Having disposed of the problem of Caresse, Pix turned her attention to counting napkins, knives, forks, and spoons.
Besides the soup, there were individual tomato and onion quiches, couscous with grilled vegetables, a salad bar, assorted breads, and a savory whole pastrami keeping warm under the lights, which made it look all the more appetizingânot too fat, not too lean. Mr. and Mrs. Sprat would have had a tough time deciding.
âStations, everyone,â Faith called, and she tied back the tent
flaps. The heaters made the inside a cozy contrast to what was yet another typically âbriskâ New England March day. People were beginning to straggle across the Pingreesâ lawn in search of sustenance when a call for help stopped them dead in their tracks.
âFire!â somebody screamed. âCome on!â
Everyone, including the caterers, rushed off in the direction of the house. The clapboard would go up like the kindling it was. Faith grabbed one of the fire extinguishers she had on hand and shouted over her shoulder for someone to get the other one.
Once outside, they realized everyone was running toward the barnâthe site of the fire made obvious by the thick cloud of black smoke billowing from the open door. It was mass confusion with a touch of mass hysteria. Two crew membersâstuntâmen, Faith discovered laterâgrabbed her extinguishers and disappeared into the smoke. The breeze spread the harsh odor of the fumes over the watching crowd. In what seemed like several hours but was in reality no more than twenty minutes, the stuntmen and the others who had gone in immediately with extinguishers from the set emerged. They looked none the worse for wear, except for smudged faces, shiny with sweat and tears from the smoke.
âItâs all over, folks. Oily rags. No damage, Max,â one of them reassured the director, who was hastening toward them.
âHow did it start?â he asked.
âYour guess is as good as mine. Maybe somebody sneaking a smoke.â
Maxwell Reed had a hard-and-fast rule about smoking on the setâanywhere. He was fanatic on the subject. Not everybody was able to live with it, and the stalls in the honey wagon smelled a lot more like Luckies than Lysol.
âI hope not,â Max said grimly, his eyes raking the group still assembled outside the barn. When he reached where she was standing, Faith felt instinctively guiltyâfor what, she knew not.
âItâs out now, and thatâs the important thing.â Alan Morris moved quickly to douse these new flames. âLetâs eat, everybody.â
It was out. And out before both bright red Aleford fire engines tore into the yard, sirens blaring,
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