“That’s part of it. The other part is to tell you that I spent a whole week talking up Lake Eden and saying what a great town it is.”

“It is a great town.”

“I know that, but Mr. Barton didn’t.”

“Who’s Mr. Barton?”

“The producer of the Indy Prod.”

Hannah felt like she was running around in circles. “What’s an Indy Prod? And what does it have to do with Lake Eden?”

“Mr. Barton was a guest in our drama class and he’s the producer of an independent production. That’s what Indy Prod means.”

“You’re talking about a movie producer?” Hannah cut to the chase.

“Yes. He’s almost through shooting a film set in Minnesota and he said he was looking for a small town close to a lake, with a church, a school, and a park.”

“That’s practically every small town in Minnesota.”

“I know. I told him that, and then I recommended Lake Eden.”

Hannah hoped that Michelle didn’t have her heart set on seeing her hometown on the big screen. While Lake Eden was a very nice town, there were other, more picturesque settings for movies. “That certainly would be interesting, Michelle, but I doubt that

”

“That certainly will be interesting,” Michelle interrupted to correct her.

“Will be? You mean

?”

“That’s right! My drama professor called to tell me this morning. Mr. Barton sent a scout to check out Lake Eden. You met him, Hannah. He came into The Cookie Jar.”

“He did?”

“Yes. Do you remember a guy named Mitch who asked about the name for the lake and the town?”

“A couple of strangers asked me that,” Hannah said, not mentioning that almost every nonlocal who stopped at The Cookie Jar wanted to know why the town was called Lake Eden, and the lake was called Eden Lake. The answer was that the lake had been named first, almost thirty years before the town had been built, and the town fathers had wanted a name that tied in with the lake, but was different. Tired of answering the same question over and over, Lisa’s cousin, Dianne Herron, had suggested a solution. Hannah had ordered cards printed up with the answer and they set them out on the tables in the summer during the tourist season.

“Well, Mitch said you were really nice about explaining it to him, and he was crazy about your Molasses Crackles. He wrote up a glowing report and once Mr. Barton did a drive-through, he decided to talk to Mayor Bascomb and find out how much it would cost to rent Main Street for a week.”

“Rent Main Street?” Hannah was amazed. “But what will that mean for our businesses?”