The four women looked at each other again.More silent communication.
“We meet here every Tuesday and Thursday morning,” Dorothy finally said.“Nine o’clock.We’ve been volunteering with the festival forever.We know every vendor, every tradition, every story.”She paused.“You can join us if you want.Listen to what we’re planning.Ask your questions.Learn what you need to learn.”
“Really?”
“But if you try to turn this into some corporate initiative, we’ll vote you off the committee so fast your head will spin,” Helen added.“We’ve done it before.We’ll do it again.”
“Understood.”She stood.“Thank you.I’ll be here Tuesday morning.”
She walked back to her table on shaky legs.She’d just been granted provisional acceptance by the Harbor Ladies Club.It felt more significant than any corporate promotion she’d ever received.
Her phone buzzed with an email notification.She glanced at the screen and saw Steve’s name.Something about the Phillips pitch meeting being moved up.
She silenced the phone and slipped it into her bag.
