The arrival of the one and only Harry Connick Junior.
Less than twenty-four hours later, McKenna didn’t know if they were all going to survive the arrival of the one and only Harry Connick Junior.
Georgie clapped her hands. “Okay, gang. Look alive. Harry’s going to be here any minute and we can’t screw this up.”
McKenna was certain no gang could look more alive than the gang currently scurrying all over the first floor of the bed and breakfast with their last-minute preparations and non-stop questions.
“Has anyone tried the pickle salad yet?”
“Think I have time to go to the bathroom again?”
“When should I hand Harry my tomatoes?”
“Does this dress look too short?”
Despite Nate’s assurances earlier that McKenna would look great no matter what she wore, she couldn’t help making three panicked drives to Marty’s Mercantile earlier in the afternoon.
On her first trip, she got a cute summery dress because she was about to meet Harry Connick Junior, and a cute summery dress seemed appropriate. On the second trip she got a T-shirt in case she decided at the last minute that the cute summery dress looked like she was trying too hard. The third trip was to grab the shirt with poofysleeves in case the T-shirt without poofy sleeves didn’t look like she was trying hard enough.
Gus seemed to be having a similar crisis as he stared at his reflection in the mirror behind the check-in desk. “Bow tie or regular tie?”
Georgie stared out the front door window. “Where’s Nate with that extra folding table?”
Evie stared toward the bathroom. “I should probably go again, shouldn’t I?”
Barb stared over her shoulder at the kitchen. “Do you guys think it would be best to let Harry start off with the cherry tomatoes so he can work his way up to the beefsteak tomato?”
McKenna returned to staring down at her dress. “Looks like I’m trying too hard, doesn’t it?”
“He’s here!” Georgie’s voice interrupted everyone’s staring and self-doubt.
“He’s here?” everyone said back.
She spun from the door. “He’s here. Harry’s here!”
“He’s here?” everyone said again, only much louder.
“He’s here,” Georgie confirmed in case there was still any question. “His vehicle just pulled up. It’s him. It’s Harry. He’s here. Okay. Stay calm. We’ve been over this. We all know what to do.”
McKenna had no idea what to do.
“I’ll handle the pickle salad,” said Georgie.
Right. Pickle salad. Good.
“I’ll go to the bathroom,” said Evie.
McKenna nodded. Never a bad idea.
“I’ll wear the bow tie,” said Gus.
Bow tie. Yes. McKenna gave Gus a thumbs-up.
“What about my tomatoes?” said Barb.
“What about Barb’s tomatoes?” McKenna said to Georgie.
“We’ll play that one by ear,” said Georgie. “Okay. Hurry, hurry, hurry. We need to get into our places.”
