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Authors: Diane Greenwood Muir
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it." She walked over and took Henry's hand. "I hope you have fun today. Be good, okay?"
Nate stood up beside his wife. "We aren't going to get in too much trouble and we'll be back in plenty of time to get him dressed for the evening."
Henry glanced at Nate, curiosity in his eyes. "Aren't we going to help set up the auditorium?"
"Oh right!" Nate clapped Henry on the back, laughing loudly. "I guess we'd better get moving then."
The four went down the steps and Henry and Nate left by the front door. When Polly tried to follow them, Joss stopped her. "Nope. We're not going that way. Come with me."
She opened the door to the auditorium and stepped in. Tables toward the front of the room were filled with women she'd come to know since moving to Bellingwood and hot pink seemed to be the color of the event. There were pink and white balloons and hot pink cloths on the tables. A fountain was flowing with pink liquid and cupcakes were decorated with pink and purple frosting. A bright purple drape covered a pile of something on a table off to the side and Polly wasn't surprised to see her closest friends dressed in pink and purple.
"We had to have it here so Sarah and Rebecca could be part of things. And there were so many women who wanted to come , we needed a large space," Joss whispered.
"I can't believe that I put this blouse on," Polly said. "I match."
Joss grinned. "Everyone in town remembers your purple undies." She unbuttoned the black tunic she was wearing to reveal a purple t-shirt. "We had to do this one more time for you."
Lydia was waving madly from the front of the room. "Here's our girl!" she said. "Come on in, Polly. We've been waiting."
A smattering of applause greeted Polly as she and Joss walked to the front. "I'm a little embarrassed," she said. "I wasn't expecting a party."
"Well, of course you weren't," Beryl said. "But it's what we do."
Polly looked around the room and smiled at people she'd grown to know so well. It felt as if she'd always known these women. They were entwined in her daily life and some had become close friends. They'd each shown up at different times, but the connections were strong.
"Where's Sylvie?" she asked, looking around again.
"In the kitchen," Lydia said. "She'll be here in a minute." She raised her voice. "This morning we're not going to subject Polly to any games. If you know her at all, you know that she'd hate that. There are a few things we want to share with her and then we'll have a relaxed brunch together. Help yourself to the champagne punch or coffee and we'll get started."
Some of the women already had glasses of the pink punch at their tables and the noise level in the room rose as the women milled around, drinking champagne and chatting with each other.
Rebecca ran up and hugged Polly. "Mom said I could come today but I can't have any punch."
"No," Polly said, smiling down. "No champagne for you. But I wonder if Sylvie has some punch in the kitchen without champagne. Would you like that?"
"Yes, please! Mom would like some of that, too, I think. She's just drinking water."
"Let's see what we can find." Polly took Rebecca's hand and headed for the door to the kitchen, waving at Lydia and Andy. "We're going to get some virgin punch."
Sylvie, Hannah and Rachel were scurrying around in the kitchen when Polly and Rebecca got to the window.
"You three shouldn't be working this hard," Polly said.
Sylvie looked up. "Of course we should. We're almost ready. Do you need something?"
"Rebecca and I were wondering if there was any punch without champagne in it. She'd like a glass and I think Sarah would, too."
"Certainly." Sylvie stopped in her tracks. "We should have thought of that. I have a pitcher right here in the refrigerator, all mixed up. Others might want some. I'm so sorry."
"No problem! We've got this." Polly carried the pitcher back in, passing Bunny, Drea and Sal. "What are you three doing?" she asked.
Sal smiled. "We're the waitresses."
"What? I
Nate stood up beside his wife. "We aren't going to get in too much trouble and we'll be back in plenty of time to get him dressed for the evening."
Henry glanced at Nate, curiosity in his eyes. "Aren't we going to help set up the auditorium?"
"Oh right!" Nate clapped Henry on the back, laughing loudly. "I guess we'd better get moving then."
The four went down the steps and Henry and Nate left by the front door. When Polly tried to follow them, Joss stopped her. "Nope. We're not going that way. Come with me."
She opened the door to the auditorium and stepped in. Tables toward the front of the room were filled with women she'd come to know since moving to Bellingwood and hot pink seemed to be the color of the event. There were pink and white balloons and hot pink cloths on the tables. A fountain was flowing with pink liquid and cupcakes were decorated with pink and purple frosting. A bright purple drape covered a pile of something on a table off to the side and Polly wasn't surprised to see her closest friends dressed in pink and purple.
"We had to have it here so Sarah and Rebecca could be part of things. And there were so many women who wanted to come , we needed a large space," Joss whispered.
"I can't believe that I put this blouse on," Polly said. "I match."
Joss grinned. "Everyone in town remembers your purple undies." She unbuttoned the black tunic she was wearing to reveal a purple t-shirt. "We had to do this one more time for you."
Lydia was waving madly from the front of the room. "Here's our girl!" she said. "Come on in, Polly. We've been waiting."
A smattering of applause greeted Polly as she and Joss walked to the front. "I'm a little embarrassed," she said. "I wasn't expecting a party."
"Well, of course you weren't," Beryl said. "But it's what we do."
Polly looked around the room and smiled at people she'd grown to know so well. It felt as if she'd always known these women. They were entwined in her daily life and some had become close friends. They'd each shown up at different times, but the connections were strong.
"Where's Sylvie?" she asked, looking around again.
"In the kitchen," Lydia said. "She'll be here in a minute." She raised her voice. "This morning we're not going to subject Polly to any games. If you know her at all, you know that she'd hate that. There are a few things we want to share with her and then we'll have a relaxed brunch together. Help yourself to the champagne punch or coffee and we'll get started."
Some of the women already had glasses of the pink punch at their tables and the noise level in the room rose as the women milled around, drinking champagne and chatting with each other.
Rebecca ran up and hugged Polly. "Mom said I could come today but I can't have any punch."
"No," Polly said, smiling down. "No champagne for you. But I wonder if Sylvie has some punch in the kitchen without champagne. Would you like that?"
"Yes, please! Mom would like some of that, too, I think. She's just drinking water."
"Let's see what we can find." Polly took Rebecca's hand and headed for the door to the kitchen, waving at Lydia and Andy. "We're going to get some virgin punch."
Sylvie, Hannah and Rachel were scurrying around in the kitchen when Polly and Rebecca got to the window.
"You three shouldn't be working this hard," Polly said.
Sylvie looked up. "Of course we should. We're almost ready. Do you need something?"
"Rebecca and I were wondering if there was any punch without champagne in it. She'd like a glass and I think Sarah would, too."
"Certainly." Sylvie stopped in her tracks. "We should have thought of that. I have a pitcher right here in the refrigerator, all mixed up. Others might want some. I'm so sorry."
"No problem! We've got this." Polly carried the pitcher back in, passing Bunny, Drea and Sal. "What are you three doing?" she asked.
Sal smiled. "We're the waitresses."
"What? I
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