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eighteen-year-old, drop-dead gorgeous sister had been hired on the spot? The vet was providing transportation?
“How…how old is Dr. Sjoberg?” She hadn’t brought her baby sister all the way to Texas to be seduced by some hot-to-trot middle-aged veterinarian with a yen for teenage girls.
Astrid shrugged. “Maybe about fifty. She lives in the ritzy part of Lynnwood, up on the hill.”
Moira released her breath slowly—and silently. She. Astrid’s employer was a woman. Thank God!
“I got everything on the grocery list too, including all the Halloween stuff,” Astrid continued. “Bats, flying witches, a pumpkin, and half a dozen bags of those little Milky Ways we both like.” She slowed to a smooth stop for a traffic light, then upped speed as Austin Avenue became a highway. “How’d it go with Mrs. Atherton. She looks kind of like a combination of a Mother Goose and a deranged fairy godmother.”
Moira laughed. “Vashti has her own style, all right, but she knows her music.”
Her portfolio began to buzz. Maybe it was Pen Swaim or…Rafe McAllister.
But it was Donna Sue Gomez-Sweeny.
The drama teacher spoke in energetic rushes and interrupted sentences. “Welcome to Bosque Bend, Ms. Farrar! I’m Donna Sue. You’ve probably heard about me—and I wondered if—maybe about six thirty—or later, if it works for you—I could drop by this evening—you’re in the Lynnwood house, aren’t you?—to give you lists of the cast and crew.”
Moira nodded into the phone. Those lists were exactly what she needed, and the sooner, the better. “Six thirty will be perfect.”
* * *
Moira has just cleared the supper table when the doorbell chimed.
Donna Sue proved to be the same whirlwind of overactivity in person that she’d been on the phone. Her dimples flashed in and out, her hands fluttered, her brown eyes sparkled, and her head bobbed to dramatize her every word.
Her belly did too.
“Hi! I’m Donna Sue, and here’s the list—cell numbers, landlines, e-mail addresses, and all. Just wanted to get them to you—and meet you too—while I’m still mobile.” She wagged a manila folder in Moira’s direction. “I hope you don’t mind my having cast the roles already.”
After taking one look at her guest, Moira was glad she’d asked Astrid to take Ivanhoe for an evening walk. He would have been all over Donna Sue, and the drama teacher, who appeared to be about twelve months gone, was in no condition to ward off a determinedly friendly canine.
“On the contrary, I’m grateful. Saved me a lot of time, and you know what everyone can do. Come in and talk to me, if you have the time.” Moira pushed the door open all the way to accommodate her visitor’s girth.
Donna Sue grinned and patted her baby bump—which was actually more of a baby basketball. “Babes, I have two weeks to spare before my little girl arrives—at least that’s what the doctor says I have—but what does he know—and then it’s off to the races.”
Moira led her guest into the front room, at the same time trying to remember what her character in that after-school special had done when her “mother” went into labor on the kitchen floor.
After edging her bulk down carefully onto the couch, Donna Sue opened the folder and withdrew a sheet of paper. “Everybody’s thrilled about you taking the job, babes, especially with Gift of the Magi in the works. I’m okay with the tried and true—you should have seen my Sound of Music —but Pen’s play has never been staged before.” She waved the page around. “One thing you got going for you—and I’m not kidding—is that Bosque Bend has some real talent.”
Donna Sue moved her finger farther down the list. “You’ve already seen Micaela Atherton, and you heard Travis McAllister sing—he’s playing the Dreamer—when Rafe took you to Good Times last night.” She gave Moira a sly look and her dimples twitched.
Moira jerked and her eyes opened wide. “How
“How…how old is Dr. Sjoberg?” She hadn’t brought her baby sister all the way to Texas to be seduced by some hot-to-trot middle-aged veterinarian with a yen for teenage girls.
Astrid shrugged. “Maybe about fifty. She lives in the ritzy part of Lynnwood, up on the hill.”
Moira released her breath slowly—and silently. She. Astrid’s employer was a woman. Thank God!
“I got everything on the grocery list too, including all the Halloween stuff,” Astrid continued. “Bats, flying witches, a pumpkin, and half a dozen bags of those little Milky Ways we both like.” She slowed to a smooth stop for a traffic light, then upped speed as Austin Avenue became a highway. “How’d it go with Mrs. Atherton. She looks kind of like a combination of a Mother Goose and a deranged fairy godmother.”
Moira laughed. “Vashti has her own style, all right, but she knows her music.”
Her portfolio began to buzz. Maybe it was Pen Swaim or…Rafe McAllister.
But it was Donna Sue Gomez-Sweeny.
The drama teacher spoke in energetic rushes and interrupted sentences. “Welcome to Bosque Bend, Ms. Farrar! I’m Donna Sue. You’ve probably heard about me—and I wondered if—maybe about six thirty—or later, if it works for you—I could drop by this evening—you’re in the Lynnwood house, aren’t you?—to give you lists of the cast and crew.”
Moira nodded into the phone. Those lists were exactly what she needed, and the sooner, the better. “Six thirty will be perfect.”
* * *
Moira has just cleared the supper table when the doorbell chimed.
Donna Sue proved to be the same whirlwind of overactivity in person that she’d been on the phone. Her dimples flashed in and out, her hands fluttered, her brown eyes sparkled, and her head bobbed to dramatize her every word.
Her belly did too.
“Hi! I’m Donna Sue, and here’s the list—cell numbers, landlines, e-mail addresses, and all. Just wanted to get them to you—and meet you too—while I’m still mobile.” She wagged a manila folder in Moira’s direction. “I hope you don’t mind my having cast the roles already.”
After taking one look at her guest, Moira was glad she’d asked Astrid to take Ivanhoe for an evening walk. He would have been all over Donna Sue, and the drama teacher, who appeared to be about twelve months gone, was in no condition to ward off a determinedly friendly canine.
“On the contrary, I’m grateful. Saved me a lot of time, and you know what everyone can do. Come in and talk to me, if you have the time.” Moira pushed the door open all the way to accommodate her visitor’s girth.
Donna Sue grinned and patted her baby bump—which was actually more of a baby basketball. “Babes, I have two weeks to spare before my little girl arrives—at least that’s what the doctor says I have—but what does he know—and then it’s off to the races.”
Moira led her guest into the front room, at the same time trying to remember what her character in that after-school special had done when her “mother” went into labor on the kitchen floor.
After edging her bulk down carefully onto the couch, Donna Sue opened the folder and withdrew a sheet of paper. “Everybody’s thrilled about you taking the job, babes, especially with Gift of the Magi in the works. I’m okay with the tried and true—you should have seen my Sound of Music —but Pen’s play has never been staged before.” She waved the page around. “One thing you got going for you—and I’m not kidding—is that Bosque Bend has some real talent.”
Donna Sue moved her finger farther down the list. “You’ve already seen Micaela Atherton, and you heard Travis McAllister sing—he’s playing the Dreamer—when Rafe took you to Good Times last night.” She gave Moira a sly look and her dimples twitched.
Moira jerked and her eyes opened wide. “How
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