The Cinderella Plan. Margaret Daley

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СКАЧАТЬ sound of the young girls’ laughter filled the air, then several “be quiets” when they realized Caleb and Anne were coming into the room.

      “Okay, I can tell a conspiracy when I confront one. What are you three up to?” Although Caleb planted his hand on his waist and stared at each one of the young girls, an impish glint danced in his eyes while one side of his mouth twitched from suppressing a smile.

      Tiffany peered at Gina for a long moment, her lips clamped together while she tried to contain her own smile. Nikki dropped her head until her chin almost touched her chest, her concentration focused totally on her lap. Anne got the feeling she was the only one not in on a big secret.

      Gina shifted in her chair and said, “We were wondering what was taking you so long. Now we know.” The fifteen-year-old pointedly looked at Caleb, then slid her attention to Anne.

      She felt like pushing the girls out of the way and hiding under the large round table they sat at. She knew she and Caleb had been the topic of conversation only seconds before he’d opened the door. What were they planning? The expression in the young girls’ eyes warned Anne to be wary.

      Gina stood, stretching and twisting. “I’m glad you’re here, Anne. We want to make sure you’re coming to the fund-raiser for the youth center.”

      “Sure. I do every year.”

      Tiffany sighed. “Good. That’s what Gina said.”

      Anne stepped back, her hand behind her clasping the doorknob—just in case she needed to make a fast getaway. Something was brewing in the air and she was sure she was involved somehow—probably not to her liking. “Do you want me to man the pie-throwing booth again this year?”

      Gina shook her head. “No, that would mess up your costume.”

      “Costume?” The word nearly choked in her throat, her hand tightening around the knob.

      Caleb swung around and faced her. “The youth committee working on the fund-raiser decided this year to charge a flat fee for the event and have all the adults dress up in costumes representing their favorite fairy-tale characters. There’ll be an article in the newspaper tomorrow.”

      “I dressed in a costume for the article,” Gina said, shoving her chair toward the table. “We’re even going to provide costumes for people who need them. Nikki’s aunt in Richmond owns a party store with lots of costumes she’s going to let us have for the day.”

      That didn’t seem too bad. Anne relaxed her death-hold on the knob.

      Dressed all in black, Nikki lifted her head. “Yeah, there’s even gonna be prizes—for the best couple, the funniest and the scariest costumes. The kids are gonna be the judges.”

      “What made you decide to do costumes this year?” Anne released her grip on the knob and moved forward.

      “Adults don’t play enough. We wanted to turn the tables around and run the booths, but we aren’t charging for each activity like we have in the past. Fun is the theme for the night.” Gina gathered up the envelopes they had been stuffing and placed them into a box.

      “It sounds like you’ve got things under control. But if you need any help, I’ll be glad to.” Anne took the box from Gina.

      “That’s great. We could use your help. Time’s running out.”

      Anne noticed the surprised expression on Caleb’s face and wondered about it, but before she could ask him, Gina continued, “This weekend we’re gonna make flyers at the center, then put them up all over town to remind everyone about the annual event one last time.”

      “I’ll be there. What time?”

      “Early. Eight.”

      Anne smiled. For someone who usually got up at five every morning, eight wasn’t early. “Eight it is.”

      “Let’s go, kids. We need to meet with the rest of the committee at the center in fifteen minutes. Reverend Fraser and his wife will be waiting for us.” Caleb stood to the side as the three teenage girls hurried out of the open door and down the hall.

      “They seem eager about the carnival. That’s great to see.” Anne again found herself alone with Caleb and tension, held at bay while the room was full with three teenagers, came rushing back.

      “Yeah, I’m letting the kids have a bigger role in the carnival this year. Gina came to me and asked. Since the fund-raiser is all about them, it seemed a logical decision at the time, but the carnival is only ten days away.”

      “And there’s still so much to do?”

      He nodded. “Coming up with what they wanted to do took longer than I had planned, or I would have started this back at the beginning of summer rather than the end.”

      “It’s an annual event. The important thing about the fall carnival isn’t what you do, but that the proceeds go for the church youth center and the kids who use it. Everyone knows about the carnival and has probably already made plans to attend. It’s always been the second weekend in October. I can help with more than the flyers if you need me to.”

      “Could you? Gina, Tiffany and Nikki really respond to you. This year the committee agreed that this would be a children’s production with minimal oversight from us adults. But if Gina has invited you to help with the flyers, maybe you could also help with the decorating of the hall. You were the first adult outside the committee she has asked to help with the preparations.”

      “Then I’ll see if I can wrangle an invite from her when I’m helping them on Saturday.”

      Relief erased the tension in his expression. “Thank you. You’re a lifesaver. I haven’t been sleeping like I should, worrying about this fund-raiser.”

      The urge to comfort him inundated her. She balled her hands at her sides to keep from touching his arm, to assure him everything would work out. “It’s good to see them so involved in something that directly affects them. The youth center is all about them. They will be the ones using the new rec equipment you’ll purchase with the money raised.”

      “I know, and I really do think it’s a terrific idea that they’re so involved with the carnival, but I keep telling Gina that’s what I get paid the big bucks for—to worry.”

      “So much of what has to be done are last-minute things. It’ll all come together.”

      “If not, I guess I could always stand on the corner with a tin cup in whatever costume the kids pick out for me to wear and beg for the money.”

      Anne chuckled. She loved the way Caleb could laugh at himself. His air of confidence drew her to him. She wished she felt that way about herself. “Mmm.” She tapped her finger against her chin. “There are all kinds of possibilities for your costume. There’s the Papa Bear from Goldilocks and the Three Bears. Then there’s the Big Bad Wolf from Little Red Riding Hood. Either one would be interesting to see.”

      “Yeah, I’m afraid it might be. I’m just worried about wearing tights.” Grinning, he headed into the hall and started for the front door.

      Anne walked with him to the entrance, then watched him make his way to his white Suburban. She waved goodbye to him and the girls, СКАЧАТЬ