“Yeah, I'll ask Georgia. She'll know." And without any apology, he shambled off.

“What a jerk!" Shelley muttered.

Sharlene Lloyd came through the tent flap at the back of the booth. "Is he gone?" she asked quietly.

“The Nightmare Customer? Yes, he's gone. Who is he?" Shelley asked.

“He's Miss Daisy Snellen's nephew, Caspar. He's always giving somebody trouble. Was he nasty to you?"

“Only moderately," Shelley admitted. "Nothing I couldn't handle."

“I came to see if you've had anything to eat," Sharlene said. "I'll get you some lunch."

“No, no!" Jane said. "If you'll sit and rest a minute here with Shelley, I'll get us something. You don't have to wait on us."

“But the volunteers are supposed to be fed at Snellen expense and I need—"

“Have you had anything to eat, Sharlene?" Jane cut in. "No? Well, I'll get everybody something and we'll sort it out with the museum later." She got up and practically forced Sharlene into her vacant chair. When Jane returned a few minutes later with hot dogs, chips, a few limp celery stalks, and drinks, Shelley was waiting on a customer and Sharlene was reorganizing the small cash box.

Shelley sent her customer off with two museum bumper stickers and a jump rope, then sat down. "That's appalling, Jane," she said, staring at Jane's hot dog, which was piled high with sauerkraut and suspiciously yellow cheese. "How can you eat something so revolting?"

“I've got a cast-iron digestive track," Jane said. "Except I'm starting to have a little trouble with melons—"

“I don't want to hear about it!" Shelley said firmly. "Sharlene, what about the groundbreaking ceremony tomorrow? Will it go on?"

“I don't know. I guess it's up to Babs McDonald and Tom.”

It took Jane a second to remember that "Tom" was Jumper Cable, the attorney who looked likean eighteen-year-old. "Why them in particular?""Because they're the most important people on the board of directors of the museum. That's how Miss Daisy Snellen wanted it. At least one of them has to approve any important decision.”