Chapter 3
EVERY DAY OVER THE NEXT WEEK, Britta ran from one appointment to the next, meeting with the business people of Echo Ridge to prepare for the Harvest Hurrah. Shennedy had everything under control for Armand Beaumont’s arrival and had nearly worked herself into a frenzy organizing his schedule to the letter, so Britta shouldn’t have been surprised with the news she received on Wednesday, but it still floored her.
“I have a message for you,” Marian said when Britta walked through the front doors of the library. “And it isn’t good news.”
“Okay?” Britta squinted, as if not looking directly at Marian’s craggy face might help soften the bad news about to come.
“Shennedy called and she is sick. She has to miss the next board meeting for a doctor appointment,” Marian stated matter-of-
