ONE *The metal folding chairs were arranged five across, bisected by an aisle, with another five opposite. Six rows had been set up in anticipation of sixty guests, and it was nearly a full house. The first four seats on the left had neat, computer-printed placards saying reserved. Tricia Miles had led her sister, Angelica; her niece-in-law, Ginny Wilson-Barbero; and Ginny''s toddler daughter, Sofia, straight to the front row. "Hey!" a male voice called out to the women and child as they took their seats. "Why do you get the prime location?" Dan Reed continued to be a thorn in Tricia''s proverbial side. Everything about the fifty-something man set her teeth on edge. Dan believed every conspiracy theory he saw online and held court at the front of the house at his business, the Bookshelf Diner, sharing his opinions with anyone who''d listen-and drove away those unwilling to put up with his proselytizing.
Tricia ignored the boor and studied the cover of the children''s book she''d purchased before entering the Stoneham Library''s community room. Betty Barnes, owner of Barney''s Book Barn, Stoneham''s children''s bookstore, had been asked to provide the books for sale. Not only did she have piles of the current title, but others in the series for sale, as well. "Did you hear what I said?" Dan tried again. Tricia closed her eyes for a few seconds to draw on her reserve of patience before she half turned. "I did, and it''s none of your business." "Who says?" "Me." Tricia turned back to face the lectern set up in front of the floor-to-ceiling saltwater fish tank.
"Isn''t this exciting?" Ginny asked, passing to Sofia the copy she''d purchased of author Lauren Barker''s latest offering in the children''s book series, The Cuddly Chameleon''s Coat of Many Colors. Tricia couldn''t understand why Lauren''s latest addition to the series had been met with controversy. Was it because Lauren had chosen a chameleon as her protagonist-a lizard that could change colors to blend into a threatening environment-and somehow a certain segment of the population seemed to think that was somehow subversive? Tricia had read the books to Sofia several times, so she couldn''t comprehend that viewpoint. The front row where she sat had one free chair, and Tricia was pleased when Stella Kraft, a former teacher at Stoneham High School, claimed the seat. She leaned forward. "Stella, it''s so nice to see you." For a moment, the older woman studied Tricia''s face in confusion. "Tricia Miles.
I own the Haven''t Got a Clue bookstore on Main Street. We met a few years back and talked about one of your former students." Stella''s eyes widened. "Oh, yes. Now I remember you." "I didn''t know you were a fan of children''s fiction," Tricia said. "Only when the author is one of my most successful students," Stella said with pride. "That''s wonderful.
Have you spoken to Ms. Barker recently?" Stella''s eyes practically sparkled. "Not since she was in my class. Of course, it was I who first encouraged her writing talent. She handed in many fine compositions and had a flair for narrative, even as a high school freshman. And now her most popular work is being adapted into a full-length movie-maybe the whole series eventually!" "You sure keep up with her achievements," Tricia remarked. "Oh, yes. I''ve taken a keen interest in her career, and I hope we''ll have a merry reunion.
" It was then that David Price appeared at the front of the room to check the sound system, and Tricia couldn''t help but smile. He''d brought such happiness into her life during the past six weeks. David was responsible for arranging his first author appearance since he''d taken over as the children''s librarian weeks before. He hadn''t yet earned his master''s in library science, but he was pretty close to it, which was why he''d been hired. David had also become Tricia''s much younger-by twenty years-lover. The age difference didn''t bother Tricia or David, but it seemed to annoy other community members. Even Angelica seemed to disapprove. Tricia had learned not to mention her relationship with David too often to her older sister.
Angelica always seemed to have some complaint concerning him-whether real or imagined. It had put a strain on the sisters'' relationship. But that night, Angelica seemed to have forgiven David for the sin of youth. And she''d taken as a given that members of the extended Miles family had been given preferential treatment. David''s return smile wasn''t as wide as Tricia''s, and he left the podium and headed back up the aisle. Sofia paged through her copy of The Cuddly Chameleon''s Coat of Many Colors. "Mama-mama Cammy-le-on!" "That''s right," Ginny said, gazing at her firstborn with adoration. Baby Will was home with his father, Antonio Barbero-Angelica''s son.
Not many in Stoneham knew that fact. Angelica was determined to keep it that way, and Antonio didn''t seem to care. At least, he''d never offered an opinion to Tricia either way. Antonio was the public face of Nigela Ricita Associates, a company Angelica owned with extensive business holdings in the village. She also owned several in her own right. Talk about a business mogul! Meanwhile, Tricia was the proprietress of a solitary enterprise, a bookstore known for selling vintage mysteries, although as each year passed, those early volumes were becoming rare. It was primarily due to the diligence of her assistant manager, Pixie Poe, scouring tag and estate sales on her days off that kept those tomes on the store''s shelves. Tricia glanced at her watch.
The program should have started ten minutes ago, but there was no sign of Lauren Barker. Tricia strained her neck to look over her shoulder to see David standing at the room''s entrance, anxiously looking outside the doorway, no doubt looking for his errant guest. David had asked Tricia to step into volunteer mode. She''d advised him on what he could expect as she had scores of author signings under her belt. She''d even offered to take charge of the books Ms. Barker was to sign. As a bonus, the Friends of the Library provided refreshments of cookies and hot and cold beverages to those who attended. David had initially expected the author to read from one of her works but was told by Lauren only minutes before her appearance that the event would be a signing only.
More than a score of wee ones had been brought to the library expecting story time. David had confided to Tricia via text that he wasn''t eager to pass that information to those assembled. Tricia saw her man straighten, looking almost regal in his royal blue velvet jacket with his long, wild curls captured in a ponytail trailing down his back, looking good enough to pose for a John Singer Sargent portrait. It seemed Lauren Barker had finally arrived. David disappeared for a minute or so before he escorted Lauren down the aisle, and the audience-at least the adults present-broke into applause, not knowing their children were about to be disappointed. Lauren took the chair behind the table where, to one side, a beautiful gift wrapped in pink-and-burgundy floral paper sat. David took a position at the podium and looked out at the expectant crowd, his expression a mixture of apology and mortification. "Thank you, everyone, for visiting the Stoneham Public Library tonight.
It''s heartwarming to see a new generation eager to read and learn and that the Cuddly Chameleon is so beloved." A smattering of applause greeted his words. And now for the bad news. "Unfortunately, Ms. Barker has a conflict tonight. She won''t be able to give a reading, but-" "Why the hell not?" Dan Reed shouted. "Or should we be grateful? What with the subversive material that woman writes to poison the most vulnerable of our youth. She ought to be arrested.
" The audience responded with a resounding Boo! And in an instant, the library''s security guard, who''d been lurking on the edge of the room, charged forward. He spoke into Dan''s ear and, in a moment, grasped the interloper''s arms, hauling him into the aisle between the chairs and out of the community room. The rumble of voices that accompanied the ejection was more than a little unsettling. Once Dan was gone, David donned what Tricia knew to be a forced smile. "And now, Ms. Barker would be happy to sign your copies of The Cuddly Chameleon''s Coat of Many Colors. We''ll go row by row, starting with the left side of the room." Tricia sprang to her feet and moved to station herself behind the table, ready to take each book from those in line, open it to the title page, and hold it for Lauren to sign.
Angelica stepped forward. "Hello, Ms. Barker. Little Sofia here has fallen in love with the Cuddly Chameleon. Could you please-?" "I''m only signing my signature. No personalization. I suffer from carpal tunnel syndrome," Lauren stated flatly, brandishing the black wrist brace that graced her right hand. Still, she signed the book with a flourish, the signature little more than a scribble.
She shoved the book back at Angelica, who looked at her granddaughter in Ginny''s arms. "I wove da cudwee Cammy-le-on," Sofia said, shaking a licensed stuffed toy in the air as though to emphasize her words. "Thank you." Lauren looked past the toddler. "Next!" Angelica gave Tricia a chagrined look but then gave Ginny a resigned nod, and they moved aside. Stella Kraft was the next to present her book for signing. "Lauren Barker, I can'.