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He said a short prayer, one that pleaded with the Lord to keep his relationship with his daughter intact. He didn’t want to lose her. He wanted her to know how much she meant to him, and he wanted to have influence in her life. Wanted to help her not make the mistakes he had, and wanted her to feel loved and cherished.
Chapter 13
Clara had warned Jubileethat she would be roped into doing something the moment she stepped in the church.
Clara had been wrong.
It hadn’t been the moment she stepped in, she had ten minutes of being introduced to new people, and chatting with Davis and Kim and oohing and aahing over Kathleen, before she got roped into something.
“Welcome to Strawberry Sands. I hear you’re helping Lana at the bed-and-breakfast,” a voice said from behind her as a hand landed on her shoulder. She straightened and turned around.
“Thank you. That’s accurate.”
“I’m Bethann, and I’m head of the Strawberry Festival committee. I’m hoping I can recruit a new member.”
“Me?” Jubilee said, even though she was pretty sure that was what Bethann was saying.
“Well yeah. If you’re going to be here all summer long, we can’t have you sitting around when there’s work to be done, now can we?” she said, and she made it sound like common sense.
“I would love to help,” Jubilee said, although her voice lacked conviction.
“That’s exactly what I thought when I saw you. I’m going to put you down on the entertainment committee. It will be your committee’s job to find people to perform for those three days, Friday evening, Saturday all day, and Sunday after church. We try to get religious groups on Sunday, just keep that in mind.” Bethann rattled things off as though Jubilee was standing there with a notepad in her hand, taking notes. Her brain felt a little fried. “I’ve already gotten you a cochair, and in addition to finding groups to provide entertainment for those three days, you will also rent the equipment, including the sound system, the stage, and chairs for visitors. You’ll coordinate the parking and take care of anything else, including vendors, particularly food vendors, since people will be hungry and thirsty, and anything else that needs to be done for those things.” Bethann looks satisfied with herself, like it was a hard job to dump a bunch of stuff from her shoulders onto Jubilee’s. Which was exactly what happened.
“Oh. And there’s your cochair.” Bethann waved a hand and said, “Eva! I have your cochair. You two need to get together. Don’t forget, I’ll send you a link to the budgets for everything, and you’ll know exactly how much money you have to work with. You have to get checks from our treasurer, who I still have to track down and inform her of her job. So, expect a text from me about that. All right. You two can have an impromptu meeting I’m sure before church. You’ve got,” she looked at her watch, “seven minutes.”
She hurried off.
Jubilee had wanted to interrupt her ever since she’d waved Eva down and informed her that that was her cochair.
Supper last night had been awkward. To say the least. Especially after Eva had issued her veiled insult about Jubilee not being able to keep up with the work around the place.
Kind of funny since Eva had napped all afternoon while Jubilee had taken her children to the beach and then worked in the garden before coming in to help with supper.
She hadn’t said anything. That would have only started an argument, and one she probably could have won, but one that she didn’t want to have. Supper wasn’t meant for arguments; supper was meant for families to get together and laugh and enjoy each other’s company.
“I’ll tell her that I can’t do it,” Eva said, her lip pulled back, her eyes on the ground.
