CeeCee took advantage of the lull in conversation. “Molly, if you’re in charge, then I guess you’re the one I have to break the bad news to. You know I committed to running the acting workshop at the retreat, but I’m not going to make it until the last day.” Izabelle looked at our resident celebrity and seemed to just get who she was as CeeCee explained that the Hearts and Barks charity we’d helped before was having its yearly luncheon and that the entertainment was scenes from some current musicals. “The headliner, Helen Jones, had an emergency appendectomy, and you know the show has to go on, particularly when you’ve sold lots and lots of tickets and you don’t want to cancel and refund all that money meant to help the free pet clinic.” CeeCee paused to see if I was getting it. “I’m not sure you girls know, but I’ve done my share of singing and dancing, and my name means something. I couldn’t say no.”

Not a good sign. I’d barely been in charge of the weekend for an hour and Adele was practically smothering the crochet workshop leader, and now CeeCee was telling me she was going to be a no-show. I opened my mouth to object, but CeeCee turned on her magnetic smile.

“Now, dear, just because I can’t make it doesn’t mean I’m leaving you in the lurch. I found a replacement. He’ll probably do even better than I would have. He not only acts, but is the director of his own little theater. He knows how to work with actors, or people who want to be actors, better than I do.”

Izabelle had signed the books and set them on the table, and was now intently looking at CeeCee. “I thought it was you, but then I wasn’t sure. But it really is you, isn’t it?”

CeeCee was used to those kinds of comments and smiled, even though she’d been interrupted. Instinctively she touched the beret she wore over her highlighted brown hair to make sure it was straight.