purposeful steps, wearing a straw hat festooned with red, white, and blue ribbons and carrying a clipboard. George held the door for her, then stepped into the café behind her, looking as good as ever. His eyes danced around the crowd for a moment before alighting on Imogene and me. Then, with a dazzling smile, he winked at me.
âMercy me!â Imogene said under her breath. I smiled back at George and hoped he couldnât hear my heart racing from across the room.
Mrs. Crawfordâs eyes also landed on me, but without any warmth. âWhere is your mother, Pearl?â she demanded, as if I had misplaced her.
âUmâin the kitchen,â I said, still reeling from Georgeâs wink.
âWell, go get her. You can fill the orders. We need her.â
âYes, maâam,â I said politely. I didnât see what right she had to boss me or my mother around in our own café, but I did as I was told.
âMrs. Crawford is having a meeting for the Fourth of July picnic out front, and she wants you,â I told Mother.
âRight now?â she said. She was rolling out pie crusts, getting ready for the lunch business that we relied on to make a living. âIâve got to get these in the oven first. You go, Pearl. Tell her Iâll be out when I can. Tell her Iâll do whatever she needs.â
I went back to the front room and relayed my motherâs message.
âThe rest of us are here, Phoebe, and we donât have all day. Letâs get on with it,â said Mrs. Sorensen.
Mrs. Crawford stiffened her back in displeasure, but she started the meeting.
âVery well. Iâve called you all together to plan the Fourth of July picnic. Itâs only two weeks away, you know. We need to get busy.â
âBusy with what?â asked Mrs. Johnson. âWe always have it in Larsenâs Meadow, and itâs never taken any planning before. We all just show up.â
âBut this year we have the war and our boys over there to consider. In honor of them, we are going to make this the most stirring patriotic event in Park County. This year we will be raising money for the war effort,â Mrs. Crawford continued. âAs you know, we are selling Liberty Bonds at our store. Weâve just received them. And Scotty Merinoâs store down in Fairplay has challenged all the stores in Park County to see who can sell out first. I shouldnât need to tell you that Mr. Crawford and I have taken that challenge. I think Como can outshine Fairplay any day of the week!â
There were some murmurs of approval and scattered applause. Then Mrs. Johnson asked, âWhat do Liberty Bonds have to do with the picnic?â
âGood question, Harriet. I know most of you will contribute, but there are some neâer-do-wells in the county who wonât, and folks who donât get to town very often. They will all be at the picnic. I propose we make the picnic a big fair.We will set up booths, and all the proceeds will go toward our Liberty Bond drive. Subscriptions are fifty dollars.â
âFifty dollars!â said Mrs. Abernathy. âNo one around here has fifty dollars to spare.â
âExactly,â said Mrs. Crawford. âBut itâs a subscriptionâyou donât pay it all at once. If everyone who runs a booth puts her proceeds toward her initial payment, you will have that much less to pay in the remaining months. You have till January to pay in full. George, here, will keep track of how much everyone has paid toward their goal. If we put our backs into it, ladies, we can make enough money at the picnic to pay it out much sooner. Iâm sure everyone will have good ideas about how we can do that. To begin, I think we should have a bake sale. Pearl, your mother can bring pies. Say, a dozen?â
A dozen pies sounded like a lot, but my mother had told me sheâd do whatever Mrs. Crawford wanted, so I nodded my head. Mrs. Crawford
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