21
An hour later, the event was progressing smoothly, except for one significant problem.
“We’re in a deadlock,” Mrs. Janowski announced.
“We can’t decide between three contestants,” Edna said.
“And none of the judges will concede to the other,” Ida added.
I scratched my head. “Are you sure you can’t pick a first-place winner?”
“No!” they all said.
At that point, I couldn’t even taste the food since the contestants had cooked in stages.
“Who are the three?” I asked.
“Jack, Andrea, and Fritz,” Edna said.
Oh brother.
Of course I’d like Jack to win since he’s my friend and bar comrade. But Fritz has to keep my dad safe on their ride, and Andrea, well, if Jack wins, she might rip into Jack. . . or me.
Let’s get this over with.
“Can I have Jack, Andrea, and Fritz over at the judge’
