Jill and Maribeth continued their review of Plein-Air Festival woes. “Mr. DiMercurio can’t drive tomorrow after all,” Maribeth said, looking at her transportation schedule. “Can we get Lucy to fill in?” Various islanders, eager to feel a part of the arts community, had signed up to provide transport to artists who wanted to paint in places they couldn’t walk to from downtown Avalon.
“Depends on who wants to go where. She’s got a cart, but not a car.” Jill ran her hands through her hair.
“Bummer. The French guys want to go to Two Harbors, and the guy from Georgia wants to go to the airport. Do we have any other volunteers on our list with cars and interior permits?”
“There’s Andrea,” Jill said slowly, “but I think she’s going over town this afternoon. Said she was going to help her mom g
