Chapter 25
“I can’t believe it’s over,” Ivy said, groaning and elevating her feet on the kitchen stool next to her. “Having fun is exhausting.”
Outside, artists were packing their canopies, the food trucks had motored off, and teams of volunteers had made countless runs to the recycling center.
The art festival had been a splendid success.
“This group looks in dire need of refreshment.” Shelly placed a pitcher of mixed juice—her Sea Breeze juice cocktail, vodka optional—on the kitchen counter.
Ivy poured the cranberry and grapefruit juice mixture over ice cubes in a tall glass. She lifted her glass to Shelly and Poppy and Sunny. “Cheers—we made it.”
Shelly clinked her glass. “And next year, the show will be even bigger and better. My aching feet should have recovered by then.”
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