“Incredible!” Clark said, turning to Hannah with a smile. “Just look at that. He’s giving me his best profile.”

Hannah smiled and nodded. She wasn’t sure what else to do. It was true that Moishe was being amazingly cooperative, holding the poses that Dean called for, and not moving until he said that it was a wrap.

“Only one more to go,” Dean said, motioning to Erica, who was waiting in the front pew. “Hannah’s going to put him in your lap. When she’s out of the scene, pick him up in your arms and take him with you when you walk up to the coffin to view your father. Stand there for a minute looking sad, and then go back and sit down.”

Hannah placed Moishe on Erica’s lap and waited for the fireworks to start. Moishe didn’t like being held by people he didn’t know and she hoped the movie company had plenty of insurance. But when Erica picked Moishe up and cuddled him to her chest, something Hannah was sure would earn her a royal slashing with both front and back claws, her cat surprised her so much she gasped out loud.

Instead of lashing out, Moishe gave Erica his best kitty smile, the one where his eyes turned to slits and his cheeks rounded out. And then he let her lug him up to the casket, held in a position that Hannah knew couldn’t possibly be comfortable. When she lifted him up so that he could see inside, Moishe licked her cheek, just as if he knew he was supposed to comfort her. Was her cat an actor? Most assuredly! If Moishe hadn’t been dreaming dreams of stardom, he would have torn the expensive black silk suit Erica was wearing to shreds.

“I’ve got a lead, Hannah!” Lisa rushed up to her the moment Hannah came back into The Cookie Jar.

“That’s nice,” Hannah said, plunking Moishe down on one of the tables and tethering his leash to the leg. “A lead on what?”

“The mini cherry cheesecake appetizers. Dad didn’t recall them when I asked him last night, but this morning he remembered that Mom got the recipe from a neighbor, Mary Hutchinson. She lived across the street from us at the end of the block. But Mary and Marv moved to Iowa and I don’t have a forwarding address. Who do you think might

?” Lisa stopped speaking in midthought and began to smile. “Andrea!”

“Yes, Andrea might know. She’s sold a lot of houses in Lake Eden and I’m sure the seller has to leave a forwarding address.”

“And we can ask her, because she’s here right now!”