“I won’t,” Dizzy promised as Monique looked at him adoringly. Their kids were running around the yard, croquet mallets in hand, whacking the colorful, heavy balls with great vigor. Judson was trying to teach them how to play. The video of Dizzy putting up the beach umbrella had gone viral overnight. He was now entertaining several movie offers. “But whoever I end up with, I’m going to tell them I’ll only do comedy. No more drama!”

“You said it,” Monique agreed, smiling. “Cleo, you’re sure that guy on the motorcycle who left the flowers is harmless?”

Cleo nodded. “Daisy made some calls and found out it’s most likely a guy from our old acting class who drives a Harley-Davidson. He can’t get arrested in Hollywood, so he started pulling those kinds of harmless pranks hoping to get attention. I never reported it, which must have really frustrated him.”

“Good,” Monique said. “That kind of prank isn’t funny.”

“Thanks to Tommy, we were able to figure it out,” Cleo said.

“Show business is so competitive,” Daisy said. “I wouldn’t have been surprised if April Dockton had been the one after Cleo. I heard she retreated to a yoga camp in Lenox, Massachusetts, after hearing from another producer that he wanted Cleo for his movie, not her. I can testify to the fact that she really needs that yoga,” Daisy joked, massaging her throat. “I thought she was really going to kill me when I worked with her. All because I’m Cleo’s friend.”

“Dirk,” Yaya said breezily, deliberately changing the subject. “Cliff and I just love your log cabins. Yours is the best camp we’ve ever been to. And as you know, we’ve been all over the world.”

Dirk smiled. “I hope you’ll visit often.”

“We will,” Cliff stated vehemently. “On Monday we start scouting locations for our museum. It will definitely be somewhere in New Jersey. Mrs. Briggs and Gordy have graciously offered to help us.”

“Absolutely,” Mrs. Briggs nodded.

Edna and Wilbur were sitting at a table with Karen, Frankie, and Rhonda, and several of their cronies from Golden Peaks.

“If I never had the garage sale,” Edna said, “I wouldn’t have met Regan. Which means she and Jack would never have saved Cleo. Despite those miserable cheats, my garage sale couldn’t have turned out better.”

“Mom,” Karen said, “give me some credit, too. I’m the one who sent Nora over to your sale in the first place.”

“Whatever,” Edna shrugged, then picked up her glass. “Rhonda, welcome to the family.”

“Thank you.” Rhonda turned to Frankie who gave her a quick kiss.

“That’s so nice,” Edna said. “You know, Frankie, I could still try and see if my buyer would agree to cancel the deal on the house.”