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Cora stormed over and looked aghast at the cake. “Lizard, he can’t enter that cake. It’s indecent,” she said indignantly.
Lizard said in her raspy voice, “Now Cora, Mr. Sanders can and will enter this cake.”
“Yeah, lady,” Bobby said, and then laughed loudly.
Cora’s face reddened. She turned brusquely on her heels and stomped out of the room.
Lizard leaned over and said to Bobby, “I think your cake is a hoot! Wouldn’t it be great if your cake made the most money for the charity?”
Bobby broke out into a big smile and acted as if he’d never been praised for anything in his entire life. “Thank ya, Ma’am,” he said as he left.
Katherine strolled back to her assigned table and stayed there until the cake auction began. She never saw Cora again, so she assumed she’d left. It was okay by her. Jake’s mother, true to her character, had given her the cold shoulder and had not even spoken to her.
“What was that about?” Colleen asked.
Katherine chuckled. “One of the Sanders boys entered an X-rated cake. Well, maybe not X-rated, but Jake’s mom thought so.”
Colleen rushed over to see the cake and then started laughing. Returning she said, “Hilarious!”
Cokey, Margie and their two kids, Tommy and Shelly, walked in. They each carried a barn sash window under their arms. Shelly struggled with hers. Margie’s table was set up next to Katherine’s.
“Hey, you guys,” Margie said to the group. “Wait until you see what I’ve done with these old barn windows. I found them on the street and thought it was a shame to just throw them away.” Margie, an ace at restoring old buildings, was also very adept at reclaiming ancient items and giving them a second chance.
Mrs. Murphy, Colleen and Katherine checked them out. On the glass part of the sash, Margie had painted festive holiday scenes. She had attached LED lights to make the snow glisten. The barn windows instantly became a big hit as people came over to admire them. Mrs. Murphy bought the first one, and later lamented she didn’t know how she was going to get it on the plane when she flew home. Cokey and Tommy left the armory and brought in more barn windows.
A crowd had grown around Katherine’s table. Everyone wanted to see the lilac-point Siamese. Lilac was in her element. She’d nuzzled up to the metal cat grate at every passerby who stopped to admire her. Each time, she emitted an ear-splitting Siamese ME-YOWL, which after a while was almost deafening.
A thirty-something man with black hair and light blue eyes came over. He was carrying a digital camera. “Hi, I’m Russell. Russell Krow. I’m a reporter for the Erie Herald .”
“Spelled like the Australian actor?” Colleen asked.
“No, we spell our last names differently.” He looked at Katherine. “You have to be Orvenia Colfax’s great niece, because you look just like her when she was younger.”
“Yes, but how do you know what she looked like?” Katherine asked.
He smiled, showing perfect teeth. “I just came from the museum. I took several shots of the Colfax displays. Would it be okay if I took a pic of all of you sitting behind the table?”
Katherine asked Colleen and Mum if it would be okay. “Sure, I haven’t had me picture in the newspaper lately,” Mrs. Murphy said.
“No problem,” Colleen answered.
The three leaned in with Lilac’s carrier still on the middle of the table.
The newspaper reporter snapped a pic. He asked them for their names, which he wrote on an index card, then zeroed in on Katherine. “I’d be honored to interview you . . . for the paper, of course. Could I take you to dinner some evening? Here’s my card,” he said, extracting one from the inside of his jacket and handing it to her.
“Better yet, why don’t I call you and arrange a time for you to meet me for lunch,” Katherine suggested.
“Great,” he said, looking directly into her eyes. He smiled and left.
Colleen whispered, “Was he
Cora stormed over and looked aghast at the cake. “Lizard, he can’t enter that cake. It’s indecent,” she said indignantly.
Lizard said in her raspy voice, “Now Cora, Mr. Sanders can and will enter this cake.”
“Yeah, lady,” Bobby said, and then laughed loudly.
Cora’s face reddened. She turned brusquely on her heels and stomped out of the room.
Lizard leaned over and said to Bobby, “I think your cake is a hoot! Wouldn’t it be great if your cake made the most money for the charity?”
Bobby broke out into a big smile and acted as if he’d never been praised for anything in his entire life. “Thank ya, Ma’am,” he said as he left.
Katherine strolled back to her assigned table and stayed there until the cake auction began. She never saw Cora again, so she assumed she’d left. It was okay by her. Jake’s mother, true to her character, had given her the cold shoulder and had not even spoken to her.
“What was that about?” Colleen asked.
Katherine chuckled. “One of the Sanders boys entered an X-rated cake. Well, maybe not X-rated, but Jake’s mom thought so.”
Colleen rushed over to see the cake and then started laughing. Returning she said, “Hilarious!”
Cokey, Margie and their two kids, Tommy and Shelly, walked in. They each carried a barn sash window under their arms. Shelly struggled with hers. Margie’s table was set up next to Katherine’s.
“Hey, you guys,” Margie said to the group. “Wait until you see what I’ve done with these old barn windows. I found them on the street and thought it was a shame to just throw them away.” Margie, an ace at restoring old buildings, was also very adept at reclaiming ancient items and giving them a second chance.
Mrs. Murphy, Colleen and Katherine checked them out. On the glass part of the sash, Margie had painted festive holiday scenes. She had attached LED lights to make the snow glisten. The barn windows instantly became a big hit as people came over to admire them. Mrs. Murphy bought the first one, and later lamented she didn’t know how she was going to get it on the plane when she flew home. Cokey and Tommy left the armory and brought in more barn windows.
A crowd had grown around Katherine’s table. Everyone wanted to see the lilac-point Siamese. Lilac was in her element. She’d nuzzled up to the metal cat grate at every passerby who stopped to admire her. Each time, she emitted an ear-splitting Siamese ME-YOWL, which after a while was almost deafening.
A thirty-something man with black hair and light blue eyes came over. He was carrying a digital camera. “Hi, I’m Russell. Russell Krow. I’m a reporter for the Erie Herald .”
“Spelled like the Australian actor?” Colleen asked.
“No, we spell our last names differently.” He looked at Katherine. “You have to be Orvenia Colfax’s great niece, because you look just like her when she was younger.”
“Yes, but how do you know what she looked like?” Katherine asked.
He smiled, showing perfect teeth. “I just came from the museum. I took several shots of the Colfax displays. Would it be okay if I took a pic of all of you sitting behind the table?”
Katherine asked Colleen and Mum if it would be okay. “Sure, I haven’t had me picture in the newspaper lately,” Mrs. Murphy said.
“No problem,” Colleen answered.
The three leaned in with Lilac’s carrier still on the middle of the table.
The newspaper reporter snapped a pic. He asked them for their names, which he wrote on an index card, then zeroed in on Katherine. “I’d be honored to interview you . . . for the paper, of course. Could I take you to dinner some evening? Here’s my card,” he said, extracting one from the inside of his jacket and handing it to her.
“Better yet, why don’t I call you and arrange a time for you to meet me for lunch,” Katherine suggested.
“Great,” he said, looking directly into her eyes. He smiled and left.
Colleen whispered, “Was he
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