Chapter Twelve
“Amber! What a surprise. I thought you and Jenny were going to the beach today.” I hid my anxiety behind a smile.
“We were, but I canceled. I took a bus to the park instead. Mrs. Larson, can I talk to you about something?”
Whatever it was, I didn’t want to hear it. I tried to hide the sense of foreboding that flooded into me. I put her off, blurted something about interviewing crowds, and sent her on her way. Amber wandered off down the row of booths. It pained me to be insensitive, but at that moment, my own self-protection was more important.
During the two-hour show, I had an opportunity to meet some of the regular callers to Gayline who had come to support Marly. It was fun to put faces with the names. At eleven o’clock, Marly bowed to a round of applause. Not wantin
