that thereâd been yet another wife between me and Claire, and I decided to let it go.
âOh that,â said Claire.
âYes, that . Itâs a big deal. Hopefully youâll only do it once in your life.â
âThatâs the plan,â she agreed. Then her brow furrowed. âThough Bob doesnât exactly have the best track record in that regard.â
âOnly because he didnât meet you first,â I said firmly.
Claire started to reply. She opened her mouth, then closed it again. Her lower lip quivered slightly. âIf you make me cry,â she said after a moment, âI will rescind my offer of assistance. And then where will you be?â
âIâll be very sorry,â I told her. âBut not about the bazaar. Just that I made you cry.â
âIâm not crying.â Claire sniffled. âI hate to cry.â
âSo you always say. Your actions speak differently.â I reached over and patted her arm. âIâve seen documentaries set you off.â
âIt was about whales, â Claire blubbered. âAnd it was very sad.â
I gave her a minute to regain control, then said, âSeriously, you and Bob make a great couple.â
âThank you for that.â Claire drew in a deep breath and managed a smile. âAnd for . . . you know . . . not making things awkward.â
âBob loves you,â I said. âAnd youâre wonderful with Davey. I think weâre all very lucky to be adding you to our family.â
âWhat a lovely thing to say.â Claire bit her lip.
I hoped she wasnât about to start sniffling again.
âYou see, â she said earnestly. âThatâs exactly why I want to help with the bazaar. You and Bob and Davey and Sam, youâre all my family now. And families should pull together when things get tough.â
In my experience, families tended to fracture and fight when problems arose. And I was well aware that Claireâs family had once done the same. But I loved the fact that she was trying to build better relationships than the ones sheâd known in the past.
âIâm happy to be able to say that the bazaar seems to be in pretty good shape,â I told her.
âBertie mentioned that you might need help with a photo booth . . . ?â
âSheâs coming to assist with crowd control. Weâve invited kids to bring their pets . . . Iâm pretty sure that a little pandemonium is a given. Unfortunately Bertie drew the line at wearing an elf costume.â
âI could do that,â Claire volunteered.
âReally?â
âSure. Iâve worn worse at childrenâs parties. Iâd rather dress up like an elf than the Leaning Tower of Pisa or the back half of a Chinese dragon.â
âI donât think I even want to know,â I said with a laugh.
âDragons are hard, elves are easy.â Claire smiled happily.
And so it was settled.
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Friday morning when I arrived at school, there was a note in my box asking me to present myself at Russell Hanoverâs office at my earliest convenience. Not surprisingly, communication among the staff at Howard Academy still relied on a system that had served the institution well since the early twentieth century. Mr. Hanoverâs secretary, Harriet, had both my e-mail address and my cell phone number. And yet Iâd still received a handwritten message in my in-box. You had to love it.
The note hadnât sounded urgent, so I waited until I had a break midmorning before walking over to the main building where the headmasterâs office was located. Itâs always a pleasure to stroll through Joshua Howardâs former home. With its soaring ceilings, antique crown molding, and polished hardwood floors, the mansion still retains a great deal of old world charm despite its change in circumstance. The original front hall serves now as a reception area. Mr. Hanoverâs office, once