much.”
“You’re welcome. I meant it. The fact that you and Flossie have been so kind and so willing to help…well, it means a lot to me.”
“Oh, trust me, honey, this pie-parlor idea was completely self-serving. For one thing, I happen to love pie. For another, I happen to know that Jeb Otis is a skilled cook. If we can just talk him into showing up at the lodge to do the cooking—both now and during the shows—I’ll probably put on ten pounds.” Fanny turned to give Jeb a little wave. He gestured for her to join him in a game of horseshoes.
“Looks like someone wants you.” Lottie giggled.
“Mm-hmm. And this is one woman who wants to be wanted.” Fanny rose—with a little help from a couple of the other ladies— and headed off to talk to Jeb.
Lottie thought about how funny it was, the two of them getting along so well, what with him being so tall and thin and Fanny being just the opposite. Still, opposites did attract. Wasn’t that what Winifred always said? Perhaps that’s why Winnie always took such a liking to Gilbert, him being so down-to-earth and her being so highfalutin and all.
Gil. In her lengthy conversation about pies she’d forgotten all about him. She looked around and saw that he’d taken off across the meadow with Cornelia at his side.
Off the ladies went on an excursion to pick flowers. Well, most of the ladies, anyway. Just about the time Lottie decided to join them, Flossie appeared with a script in hand. “Ready to get to work?”
“Out here?”
“Sure. No better time or place to look at the revisions my sister and I have made to your script. If I can pull her away from that horseshoe game, anyway. What do you say?”
Lottie stared longingly after Gilbert, who tagged along on Cornelia’s heels across the meadow. Turning back to Flossie, she shrugged. “I say let’s get to it. No time like the present.”
EIGHT
T WISTS AND T URNS ON T RAIL R IDGE R OAD
Like the beautiful mountains and valleys found in the Estes Park region, the upcoming theatrical at Parker Lodge is filled with high highs and low lows. We promise, your emotions will soar to new heights as you watch our hero and heroine fight their way to the top. During the low moments, you can boo and hiss at our evil villain and even toss a rotten tomato or two his way. Best of all, you can enjoy that special moment when true love wins out—when love’s true kiss is shared and hearts are forever melded together. Yes, the theatrical at Parker Lodge is sure to give mountain-lovers plenty of peaks to climb and valleys to wade through. So grab your sturdiest mountain shoes and let’s get going! —Your friends at Parker Lodge
L OTTIE GAZED WITH GREAT LONGING at Gil as he took Cornelia by the hand and led her across the flower-covered field. When she turned back to face the twins, Fanny gave her a sympathetic smile.
“I know it’s a sacrifice to stay here and work on this, but it will be worth it if we come up with a script worthy of a paying audience. And trust me, if you’re looking to catch a certain fella’s attention, nothing will stand a better chance than giving him what he wants.”
“O–oh?” Lottie could hardly imagine what she meant. “And what would that be?”
“Why, a show that will bring in money for his family’s lodge, of course.” Fanny giggled. “What did you think I meant?”
“With you, it’s hard to tell.”
Flossie opened her script, and right away Lottie could see that she’d covered it in scribbles and scratches.
“Oh my.” She was determined to get this over with as quickly— and as painlessly—as possible.
“It’s not as bad as it looks,” Flossie said as she took a seat on the quilt next to Lottie. “Though, we did stay up late into the night coming up with ideas and new characters to fit all of the folks who auditioned last night. I hope you’re pleased and not overwhelmed or wounded in some way.”
The strangest twisting took place in Lottie’s chest.
“You’re welcome. I meant it. The fact that you and Flossie have been so kind and so willing to help…well, it means a lot to me.”
“Oh, trust me, honey, this pie-parlor idea was completely self-serving. For one thing, I happen to love pie. For another, I happen to know that Jeb Otis is a skilled cook. If we can just talk him into showing up at the lodge to do the cooking—both now and during the shows—I’ll probably put on ten pounds.” Fanny turned to give Jeb a little wave. He gestured for her to join him in a game of horseshoes.
“Looks like someone wants you.” Lottie giggled.
“Mm-hmm. And this is one woman who wants to be wanted.” Fanny rose—with a little help from a couple of the other ladies— and headed off to talk to Jeb.
Lottie thought about how funny it was, the two of them getting along so well, what with him being so tall and thin and Fanny being just the opposite. Still, opposites did attract. Wasn’t that what Winifred always said? Perhaps that’s why Winnie always took such a liking to Gilbert, him being so down-to-earth and her being so highfalutin and all.
Gil. In her lengthy conversation about pies she’d forgotten all about him. She looked around and saw that he’d taken off across the meadow with Cornelia at his side.
Off the ladies went on an excursion to pick flowers. Well, most of the ladies, anyway. Just about the time Lottie decided to join them, Flossie appeared with a script in hand. “Ready to get to work?”
“Out here?”
“Sure. No better time or place to look at the revisions my sister and I have made to your script. If I can pull her away from that horseshoe game, anyway. What do you say?”
Lottie stared longingly after Gilbert, who tagged along on Cornelia’s heels across the meadow. Turning back to Flossie, she shrugged. “I say let’s get to it. No time like the present.”
EIGHT
T WISTS AND T URNS ON T RAIL R IDGE R OAD
Like the beautiful mountains and valleys found in the Estes Park region, the upcoming theatrical at Parker Lodge is filled with high highs and low lows. We promise, your emotions will soar to new heights as you watch our hero and heroine fight their way to the top. During the low moments, you can boo and hiss at our evil villain and even toss a rotten tomato or two his way. Best of all, you can enjoy that special moment when true love wins out—when love’s true kiss is shared and hearts are forever melded together. Yes, the theatrical at Parker Lodge is sure to give mountain-lovers plenty of peaks to climb and valleys to wade through. So grab your sturdiest mountain shoes and let’s get going! —Your friends at Parker Lodge
L OTTIE GAZED WITH GREAT LONGING at Gil as he took Cornelia by the hand and led her across the flower-covered field. When she turned back to face the twins, Fanny gave her a sympathetic smile.
“I know it’s a sacrifice to stay here and work on this, but it will be worth it if we come up with a script worthy of a paying audience. And trust me, if you’re looking to catch a certain fella’s attention, nothing will stand a better chance than giving him what he wants.”
“O–oh?” Lottie could hardly imagine what she meant. “And what would that be?”
“Why, a show that will bring in money for his family’s lodge, of course.” Fanny giggled. “What did you think I meant?”
“With you, it’s hard to tell.”
Flossie opened her script, and right away Lottie could see that she’d covered it in scribbles and scratches.
“Oh my.” She was determined to get this over with as quickly— and as painlessly—as possible.
“It’s not as bad as it looks,” Flossie said as she took a seat on the quilt next to Lottie. “Though, we did stay up late into the night coming up with ideas and new characters to fit all of the folks who auditioned last night. I hope you’re pleased and not overwhelmed or wounded in some way.”
The strangest twisting took place in Lottie’s chest.
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