Whitney in Charge by Diane Craver Page B

between Shannon and Regan. “Hey, you two were jealous I had such a creative imagination.”
    Regan rolled her eyes. “Is that what you call stupidity? Okay, I’m kidding.”
    Shannon put her coffee cup on the end table. “I remember how one summer Mom wanted to get rid of you two, so she signed you up for several vacation Bible schools.”
    “Shannon, you went with us to Bible school.” Regan gave Whitney coffee and looked directly at her. “Remember how Shannon acted superior to us because she got to help with the group singing.”
    “I went to one, not three.” Shannon clicked her pen. “Okay, I’m ready to write ideas down.”
    “If we do the worst date ever thing, we could show a clip of The Class when Duncan backs up his car and runs over Lina after their first date. Remember she ends up being in a wheelchair for six months.” Regan sighed. “I loved that show. I’m still mad they canceled it.”
    Turning her head to Shannon, Whitney said, “With Caitlyn in high school, you can talk about when to start checking out colleges. Also I’m thinking a lot of kids need extra help with their subjects so you can explain when a child needs tutoring.”
    Shannon gave her a pleased look. “Perfect. While Caitlyn and I research colleges, I can use what I learn to help other parents. The tutoring topic will be a breeze.”
    While Shannon jotted down the ideas, Regan said, “I’m such a Hollywood news junkie—”
    “And a magazine junkie.” Shannon raised her head to smile at Regan.
    “I was going to say a food junkie which is so unfair since you have a great shape,” Whitney said. Regan definitely had fast metabolism. Even as a child, she’d take second helpings and stayed thin.
    Regan ignored their comments and cleared her throat. “As I was saying, I could mention how young girls Caitlyn’s age sometimes idolize the female celebrities who drink, party, do drugs, have car accidents and aren’t responsible for their mistakes. They’re bad role models for the average teenage girl.”
    Whitney nodded. “Girls are influenced by the young corrupt Hollywood stars.” She paused for a moment. “We have to include cooking. I’m thinking both of you can make the exact same thing, but one will do it from scratch and one will use a shortcut. Like Regan can make cinnamon rolls from scratch like Mom used to, and Shannon can use one of those frozen bread loaves for the dough and go from there.”
    “Or muffins and one uses a mix.” Shannon finished her coffee. “We can take home what we make.”
    “Sometimes we might have it for the next morning to eat before the show,” Whitney said. “It might be nice to have juice, coffee, fruit, bagels or muffins for the camera people.”
    “That reminds me of the TV show Bonnie . Another show they canceled I liked. Remember how she had a TV show in Chicago, and each morning they gathered around the table filled with yummy stuff before the show. This is going to be fun. Much better than catering.” Regan stood. “Any refills on coffee?”
    At their nods, Regan went to the kitchen. While she poured their coffee, Whitney said, “We can even visit coffee houses.”
    Shannon stopped writing. “We should cover some medical stuff. We could have Ben as a guest and tell things to know before surgery.”
    “Brilliant, Shannon. And Casey can be a guest and talk about fire safety. I think he’d do it, don’t you?” Whitney asked Regan.
    “David and Casey could do the guest spot together.” Regan frowned. “I just don’t want to include Anna.”
    “Don’t worry,” Whitney reassured Regan. “It’s our show and we won’t include her.”
    “Our show. I like the sound of that,” Shannon said. “We need a title for our program and furniture for our set.”
    “All of us can start thinking what to call it.” Whitney laughed. “First, I need to see about getting us on the air.”
    Regan shifted her weight. “Are we going to have an audience?”
    “I’d like to,”