While Andrea had been searching for John, and then finding him, Jill had been searching for Andrea. Now she returned to her office, where Maribeth was already back at the computer, finishing the design for a new set of posters advertising Sunday’s Wet Paint Show. “Can’t find her anywhere. She’s not in the store and not in the catering office. Francesca says she took off like a scalded cat. This seems to be one of those days.”
“You need to paint. There’s nothing going on here that I can’t take care of,” Maribeth said. “Go on. Get your chair and your paintbox and your easel and get the heck out of here so I can get these posters done and printed. And up.”
“I promised update notices to the Times and the Press- Telegram.”
TimesPress-Telegram“Done. You’ve been gone for a while.”
“Well, Fran
