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“Paisley already talked to me about the service project in a couple of nights. I’ll be there.”
“Good. I look forward to us hanging out. Okay, I’m actually not sure what I’m looking for.” Reggie lowered her voice. “You know the hand pies at Judy’s?”
“Of course. They’re our favorite dinner at least twice a week.”
“They’re delicious but messy. Even with bakery tissue and a napkin, the filling can get all over.”
“I stained my favorite sweater with berry juice.”
“I’ve been wondering if there was a way to create a simple pie holder. You know, like the little cardboard boxes French fries come in. Some of the fast food places use something similar for their desserts, but they wouldn’t work for Judy’s hand pies. The shape is all wrong. I want something inexpensive and food-safe. A heavy paper of some kind, folded. I don’t know. At this point, I’m just playing.”
“We have a lot of paper choices,” Camryn told her. “I have no idea if they’re food-safe. How would you even find out?”
“I’m working on that. In the meantime, I thought I would try different weights of paper and use Play-Doh to simulate the pies.”
“Sounds like fun. Okay, these are the craft papers. Let me show you the heaviest weight we have, and we’ll go from there.”
Chapter Sixteen
Reggie swung by the B and B to pick up Dena on her way to the community center. As Paisley had mentioned, the Advent activity for the day was to do something to help a homeless shelter. Paisley had texted that all the supplies had arrived, along with the time they were to meet.
Reggie had barely pulled into a parking space when she saw her sister walking out of the main building.
“I was watching for you,” Dena admitted, climbing in the car.
“I am the fun sister, aren’t I?”
Reggie meant the comment to be teasing and was surprised when Dena didn’t laugh.
“What?” she asked. “You feeling all right?”
“I’m fine. I have pressure bracelets that seem to be helping with the morning sickness, although I’m still really tired.”
Reggie started for the community center. Between the knitting project and tonight, she was spending a lot of time there.
“So, your lack of enthusiasm over my sparkling humor is because you’re tired?”
Dena sighed. “No. I’m sorry. You were very funny.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s stupid. I’m fine.” She offered a big smile. “See? I’m great. Happy.”
“Uh-huh. You can’t fake your mood with me. I know you. Come on. Tell me.”
Dena groaned. “It’s totally ridiculous and you’ll laugh and I’ll feel bad.”
“No laughing. I swear.” A thought occurred to her. “Is this about Micah?”
Dena covered her face. “Yes,” she said, her voice muffled. “I’m such an idiot.” She straightened. “He’s the classroom parent for the month, and yesterday he brought snacks and guitars and sang and was just so amazing.”
“He sounds irresistible.”
“He is. It’s a nightmare. Afterwards, we were talking, and I swear I thought he was going to kiss me.”
She turned to Reggie, as if waiting for laughter.
Reggie pulled into a space in the parking lot before turning off her engine. “I’m listening.”
