On the day of the Macey party, Nell stood in Gladys's kitchen and surveyed the scene. She'd been working on-site since four, and had thirty minutes before the guests were due to a
rrive.
For the first time since Nell had begun the setup for the party, she finally had a moment's peace and quiet. If Gladys made it through the evening without fainting from excitement and anxiety, it would be a miracle.
Every inch of the kitchen was organized to Nell's specifications. In precisely ten minutes, she would begin setting out the appetizers. As the guest list had expanded to more than a hundred, she had used all her powers of persuasion to convince Gladys to forgo the formal, sit-down meal in favor of fun, interesting food stations set up at strategic points throughout the house and on the patio.
She'd seen to the floral arrangements herself, and had personally helped Carl deal with the fairy lights and luminaries. There were candles in rented silver holders, and paper napkins that, at Nell's suggestion, carried a heart with the happy couple's initials inside.
It still touched her the way Gladys's eyes had filled when she'd seen them.
Satisfied the kitchen was ready for the battle to come, she went out to check on the rest of the field, and her troops.
She'd hired Peg to help serve, and Betsy from the Magick Inn to tend the bar. She herself would fill in in both areas whenever she could leave the kitchen unattended.
"It looks great," she announced and moved to the patio doors. The evening promised to be clear. Both she and Gladys had suffered untold agonies over the possibility of rain.
Nell tugged down the black vest she'd added to her uniform selection. "One more time. Peg, you circulate, trying to make a complete circuit every fifteen minutes. When your tray's empty, or nearly so, you head back to the kitchen. If I'm not there to refill, you'll arrange the next selection the way I showed you. "
"I practiced it a zillion times. "
"I know. " Nell gave her an encouraging pat on the arm. "Betsy, I'll try to keep up with the empties and discards. If I run behind, or you're running low on anything, just give me a sign. "
"Check. And everything looks great. "
"So far, so good. " And she was determined it would only get better. "Carl Junior's in charge of the music, so I'm not going to worry about it. Let's get this show on the road. Peg, vegetable crudites, station one. "
It was more than just a party to Nell-it was a new beginning. As she lit the last of the candles, she thought of her mother, and the first official catering job they'd worked together.
"I've made a circle, Mom," she murmured. "And I'm going to make it shine. " Touching the flame to wick, with her mother in her mind, Nell made that vow.
She glanced over and beamed as Gladys Macey came out of the master bedroom. "You look beautiful. "
"Nervous as a bride. " She fluffed at her hair. "I went into Boston for this getup. Not too fussy, is it?"
The cocktail suit was a pale mint green with a sparkle of beads glittering on the lapels and cuffs.
"It's gorgeous, and so are you. And there's nothing for you to be nervous about. All you have to do is enjoy yourself. "
"Are you sure there's going to be enough cocktail shrimp?"
"I'm sure. "
"I just don't know what people are going to think of that chicken in peanut sauce. "
"They'll love it. "
"What about-"
"Gladys, stop haranguing the girl. " Scowling, dragging at the knot of his tie, Carl stepped out. "Let her do her job. "
"Mr. Macey, you make a picture. " Unable to resist, Nell reached over and straightened his tie herself.
"Made me buy a new suit. "
"And you look very handsome in it," Nell assured him.
"Done nothing but complain about it since he got home from work. "
Well used to their squabbling by now, Nell smiled. "Personally, I like a man who's not too comfortable in suits and ties. It's very sexy. "
At Nell's statement Carl's face went bright pink. "Don't know why we couldn't have had a barbecue and a couple of kegs. "
Before Gladys could snap back at him, Nell lifted a tray of appetizers. "I think you're going to have a wonderful time, starting right now. "
Manners forced Carl to take one of the fancy salmon bites. The minute it hit his tongue, he pursed his lips. "Got a nice flavor to it," he admitted. "Guess it'd go down nice with a beer. "
"You step right into the living room and Betsy will fix you up. I think I hear the first guests arriving. "
"Oh, my! Oh, my goodness. " Patting her hair again, Gladys shot quick looks everywhere. "I meant to see if everything was as it should be before-"
"Everything's exactly as it should be. You greet your guests, leave the rest to me. "
It took less than fifteen minutes for the initial party stiffness to unbend. Music began to pump, conversation began to roll, and as Nell made her circuit with the chicken kabobs, she saw that she'd been right. People loved them.
It was fun to see the familiar island residents in their festive best, knotted into conversational groups or wandering out to the patio. She kept her ears open for comments about the food and the atmosphere, and felt a quick tingle with each positive remark. But best of all was seeing her client glow like a candle.
Within an hour the house was jammed, and she was working at top speed.
"They're going through these trays like starving hordes," Peg told her as she scrambled into the kitchen. "You'd think every one of them fasted a week before tonight. "
"It'll slow down after the dancing starts. " Moving quickly, Nell refilled the tray.
"Station. . . hell, I can never remember the numbers. The meatballs are about half gone. You said I should tell you. "
"I'll take care of it. Is anything not going over?"
"Not that I've seen. " Peg hefted the tray. "The way it's moving, I'd say this crowd would eat the paper napkins if you put sauce on them. "
Amused, Nell took out the miniature egg rolls she had warming in the oven. As she arranged them on a tray, Ripley strolled in.
"Some party. "
"It's great, isn't it?"
"Yeah, swank. "
"You look pretty swank yourself," Nell commented.
Ripley looked down at her basic black dress. It was short, satisfactorily clingy, and had the advantage of being able to go to a party or, with a blazer, double as meeting attire.
"I got this number in black and in white. Figure that covers the bases as far as dresses go. " She glanced around, saw absolute order, heard the hum of the dishwasher, smelled the scent of spice. "How do you keep everything organized in here?"
"I'm brilliant. "
"Seems like. " Ripley plucked up one of the egg rolls, popped it into her mouth. "Food's fabulous," she said with her mouth full. "I never told you, but that picnic deal you fixed for me was really great. "
"Oh, yeah? How did that work out?"
"Just dandy, thanks," Ripley replied.
Her smug smile transformed into a scowl when Mia stepped in.
"I wanted to extend my compliments. " She spotted the egg rolls. "Ah, a new offering. " She took one, bit in. "Lovely. Hello, Ripley. I barely recognized you in your girl attire. How did you decide whether to wear the black or the white this evening?"
"Up yours. "