Though it was summertime in New Hampshire and the day would probably get up into the mid-eighties, the morning for the brunch would be pleasant and in the upper seventies. A perfect day for her new venture. She got to the Kingsleys’ early, having picked up Nans, Ruth, Ida, and Helen, who were all dressed in crisp white aprons and carrying chef hats. At least they were taking the catering part of their mission seriously, even though Ruth had also been carrying her wetsuit, which they stored in the trunk. Lexy hoped Ruth wouldn’t have an inclination to put it on. Cassie had gotten there before her and was pulling the food out of the van. Lexy left the ladies unsupervised. She was worried about the kind of trouble they could get into on their own, but her first priority was making sure the brunch went off without a hitch. She busied herself checking the tent, making sure the tables were set up where she wanted them, and helping Cassie spread the white linen tablecloths on the tables.
