Cady jerked to attention when she heard her name mentioned. She sat up straighter in the chair when she heard Lola say, “Yes, my granddaughter is the one who is going to write my memoirs. Her name is Cadwell Jordan. Her parents named her after me. We call her Cady. It was the studio who changed my name from Jordan to Jor Dan. They thought it was more glamorous-sounding. I don’t know who it was who picked the name Lola. One minute I was Cadwell Jordan, just like Cady here, and the next minute I was Lola Jor Dan.

“There is so much interest in my memoirs, there’s talk of a movie. It’s really very exciting to know a movie is going to be made of your life.

“Of course my memoirs will name names, and of course it will give explicit details; and let me tell you, they are delicious. It will be my life right up to the present. It will even take in that nasty, ugly episode at the Judas Grove that involved my granddaughter. I really don’t want to go into all the details of that tragic event. You can research it when you get back to your paper. Cady and I are going to get to the bottom of it all. Of course you can print that. In fact, I insist you print it. It will be in the movie, too, because as I said, it will go right up to the present.

“Cady, sweetie, come here and meet this nice young man.”

Cady fixed a smile on her face as she offered her hand to the chubby reporter. He looked familiar. She said so.

“I was a year ahead of you in school. Larry Denville. I work out with Pete Danson at the gym every day. It doesn’t look like it right now, but I’m working on it,” he said, patting his stomach. “Mac Ward is coming back to Indigo Valley, too. I’ve been reporting on it all week now. I imagine you’ll want to be renewing old friendships if you haven’t already.”

“Why would you think that, Larry?” Cady said.

Lola smirked.

The reporter looked uncomfortable. “No reason. I just remember how it was when we were kids. Everyone had a little clique. I was a nerd back then, so I didn’t belong to any of those little groups. So, does that mean you won’t be looking up your old friends?”

“What that means, Mr. Denville, is this, my granddaughter is going to be kept very busy helping me with my memoirs and trying to solve that nasty business that left her partially paralyzed for three years. Plus she’s working on her dissertation. The mind is a wonderful thing, isn’t it? Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have another pressing engagement. My secretary will give you a promotional kit we keep on hand. It’s current. Feel free to use any of the material that’s in it.”

He was dismissed, and he knew it. Mandy swooped in with a folder in her hand. Within seconds the reporter was out the door and out of the house.