“Thanks, Mrs. Laughlin,” Candy said, hoping that she would be up to the job.

“It’s Sally. There’s a cooler of soft drinks in the corner and I’ll have one of my staff bring out a snack in an hour or so to keep up your energy.”

Once Sally had left, Candy gazed around at the bare tables that dotted the space and the dozen six-foot Christmas trees that sat in their stands, waiting for ornamentation. “It’s a huge job,” she said with a groan.

“Relax. It won’t be that bad,” Sonny told her. “We’ve got five hours.”

“And we’re going to need every second of it. Do you have those pictures so we know what it’s supposed to look like when we’re through?”

“Right here,” Sonny plunked a folder on the table. Then she sat down in one of the chairs and motioned for Candy to take the other. “Let’s spread out the pictures and leave them right here for reference. That way we won’t make any mistakes.”

“Good idea.” Candy was impressed.

“Thank you. I’m not just another pretty face.”

Candy burst out laughing and then she wished she hadn’t. What if she’d hurt Sonny’s feelings? But she hadn’t because Sonny was laughing too. “Do you think we should work together? Or start in opposite corners and meet in the middle?”

“We should work together. That way all the decorations will look the same. Besides, it’ll be more fun. What should we do first? The tables or the trees?”

Candy thought about that for a moment. “We should do the trees. That way we can use the tables to hold the boxes with the balls and the lights. They’re probably dusty, especially if they were in storage all year.”

“Good idea! You’re not just another pretty face, either. Except you are.”

“Are what?”

“Pretty. I’d kill for hair like yours. Mine’s straight as a board.”

“And I’d kill for eyes like yours. Your lashes are so long.” Candy stopped and gave a little laugh. “Is this the grass is greener on the other side of the fence?”

Sonny stood up with a grin. “I think so. It’s either that or something about walking a mile in somebody else’s shoes. Let’s go take a look at those boxes and see if we can find the lights.”

“So how are they getting along?” Hannah asked, stretching out the phone cord so she could take another tray of Oatmeal Raisin Crisps from the oven.

“Like two peas in a pod. Every time I stick my head in, they’re laughing about something or other.”

“That’s great. But are they getting any work done?”

“Tons of it. They’ve only got one tree left to go and then they’re going to start on the tables. If they finish early, that’ll give them even more time to talk.”

“You’re getting your outfit all dirty,” Candy said, noticing the smudges on Sonny’s slacks when she placed another box on the table. “You should have worn jeans.”

“I’m not allowed.”