said.
“It’s just me and my dad,” Logan said. “And he’s not much into Christmas. So I’m not really missing anything. I’ve really enjoyed being here so far.”
Vanessa’s eyes grew large. “Why don’t you come to our Christmas party?”
“Christmas party?” Logan echoed.
“Yeah, my mom and her boss and their club,” Vanessa said. “They’re having a big Christmas party. It’ll be fun. I’ll be there. We’ll show you a nice New England Christmas.” She turned to look at Annie and Alice. “Don’t you think that would be fantastic?”
“I don’t know,” Logan said, his face clouded. “I don’t want to butt in. And I’m not totally sure how long we’ll be here. We don’t have a lot of scenes to shoot here, but whenever you do outdoor work, there’s no telling how long it can take. Mr. Rusher told me that.”
Annie reached out and patted the young actor’s arm. “Well, we’d love to have you at the party if you’re still in town. I don’t think we’ve even set a date for it yet.”
Logan smiled tentatively. “Thanks. I will if I can.”
“Well, let’s go start the Stony Point tour,” Vanessa said. Logan nodded at the others politely before Vanessa towed him away.
“Poor boy,” Alice said. “He doesn’t know what hit him.”
“Vanessa’s a lovely girl,” Ian said. “I suspect that’s what hit him.”
“I wonder what happened to Mackenzie,” Annie said.
“Maybe we should check the water,” Alice answered, laughing. “Vanessa might have given her a little shove to be alone with Logan.”
They all laughed at that, and then Ian turned to Annie. “Can I talk you into joining me for hot chocolate now?”
“Sorry,” Annie said. “Grey Gables is actually closer, and it comes with a warm cat for my lap. I’m heading home. I’ll see everyone tomorrow.”
“Do you want me to walk you to your car?” Ian asked.
Annie laughed and patted his arm. “No thank you. I remember where I put it.”
“I’ll walk with you, Annie,” Peggy said. “I need to get back to the diner pronto. I’ll have to change in the break room. Let’s go get our clothes.”
The two women walked away quickly to the wardrobe trailer. The figure who was bundled up in a long scarf stood outside the trailer next to an open door. A short line formed at the door, but it seemed to move quickly. In only scant minutes, Annie was facing the lady in the bundle of coats and scarf that said, “Number please?”
“Number?” Annie echoed.
“Your pick-up number?” the bundle said. “For your clothes.”
“Oh right!” Annie unbuttoned her coat and took a quick look at the sticker inside. She rattled off the number, and then buttoned her coat back up as quickly as possible before the wind could suck the remaining warmth from her body.
The bundle turned and shouted the number into the trailer. Soon a package of clothes sailed out the door, and the bundle caught it smoothly and handed the bag to Annie.
“Thank you,” Annie said, stepping out of the way.
“You’re welcome; see you tomorrow.”
Annie nearly answered, “But I won’t see you.” Instead, she stood to one side and waited for Peggy to collect her bundle of clothes.
Peggy gave her a quick hug and said, “I’ve really got to run. The boss is going to have my head.”
Annie called after her. “Be careful of the ice.”
Peggy just waved a hand as she trotted away. Annie shook her head and walked carefully, especially after she hit the paved parking lot. Piles of charcoal gray snow, pushed aside by the plows created a kind of labyrinth to weave through on the way to the car. This far from the bustle of the film crew, the snow dampened the sounds. Even the wind seemed to have died down some.
Annie often found Maine winters like that. You could be in the middle of town and turn a corner, and suddenly you could feel completely alone and isolated. It had something to do with snow dampening sound, she supposed, and perhaps, the
“It’s just me and my dad,” Logan said. “And he’s not much into Christmas. So I’m not really missing anything. I’ve really enjoyed being here so far.”
Vanessa’s eyes grew large. “Why don’t you come to our Christmas party?”
“Christmas party?” Logan echoed.
“Yeah, my mom and her boss and their club,” Vanessa said. “They’re having a big Christmas party. It’ll be fun. I’ll be there. We’ll show you a nice New England Christmas.” She turned to look at Annie and Alice. “Don’t you think that would be fantastic?”
“I don’t know,” Logan said, his face clouded. “I don’t want to butt in. And I’m not totally sure how long we’ll be here. We don’t have a lot of scenes to shoot here, but whenever you do outdoor work, there’s no telling how long it can take. Mr. Rusher told me that.”
Annie reached out and patted the young actor’s arm. “Well, we’d love to have you at the party if you’re still in town. I don’t think we’ve even set a date for it yet.”
Logan smiled tentatively. “Thanks. I will if I can.”
“Well, let’s go start the Stony Point tour,” Vanessa said. Logan nodded at the others politely before Vanessa towed him away.
“Poor boy,” Alice said. “He doesn’t know what hit him.”
“Vanessa’s a lovely girl,” Ian said. “I suspect that’s what hit him.”
“I wonder what happened to Mackenzie,” Annie said.
“Maybe we should check the water,” Alice answered, laughing. “Vanessa might have given her a little shove to be alone with Logan.”
They all laughed at that, and then Ian turned to Annie. “Can I talk you into joining me for hot chocolate now?”
“Sorry,” Annie said. “Grey Gables is actually closer, and it comes with a warm cat for my lap. I’m heading home. I’ll see everyone tomorrow.”
“Do you want me to walk you to your car?” Ian asked.
Annie laughed and patted his arm. “No thank you. I remember where I put it.”
“I’ll walk with you, Annie,” Peggy said. “I need to get back to the diner pronto. I’ll have to change in the break room. Let’s go get our clothes.”
The two women walked away quickly to the wardrobe trailer. The figure who was bundled up in a long scarf stood outside the trailer next to an open door. A short line formed at the door, but it seemed to move quickly. In only scant minutes, Annie was facing the lady in the bundle of coats and scarf that said, “Number please?”
“Number?” Annie echoed.
“Your pick-up number?” the bundle said. “For your clothes.”
“Oh right!” Annie unbuttoned her coat and took a quick look at the sticker inside. She rattled off the number, and then buttoned her coat back up as quickly as possible before the wind could suck the remaining warmth from her body.
The bundle turned and shouted the number into the trailer. Soon a package of clothes sailed out the door, and the bundle caught it smoothly and handed the bag to Annie.
“Thank you,” Annie said, stepping out of the way.
“You’re welcome; see you tomorrow.”
Annie nearly answered, “But I won’t see you.” Instead, she stood to one side and waited for Peggy to collect her bundle of clothes.
Peggy gave her a quick hug and said, “I’ve really got to run. The boss is going to have my head.”
Annie called after her. “Be careful of the ice.”
Peggy just waved a hand as she trotted away. Annie shook her head and walked carefully, especially after she hit the paved parking lot. Piles of charcoal gray snow, pushed aside by the plows created a kind of labyrinth to weave through on the way to the car. This far from the bustle of the film crew, the snow dampened the sounds. Even the wind seemed to have died down some.
Annie often found Maine winters like that. You could be in the middle of town and turn a corner, and suddenly you could feel completely alone and isolated. It had something to do with snow dampening sound, she supposed, and perhaps, the
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