All the ladies except Josie were baking, sewing, knitting, or making decorations for the fund-raiser. Someone had even taken out an advertisement in the Fairplay Flume to invite the whole county to our grand event. Mrs. Crawford and Mrs. Sorensen met with Mother and together they approved the kissing booth, so long as Imogene and I only offered our cheeks and not our lips for kissing and bestowed kisses in the same manner. To decorate the kissing booth, Mrs. Sorensen gave us a sheet from the hotel’s supply, and Mrs. Engel gave us some scraps of red felt. Imogene cut out hearts and cupids from the scraps, and we stitched them onto the sheet. Mother gave me a pickle jar to put the nickels in. We planned to curl our hair and wear our prettiest dresses, although I wasn’t sure it would make a difference. Everyone at the picnic would have seen both of us a thousand times before, so looking fancy wasn’t going to make much difference in whether or not they’d be willing to pay a nickel for a kiss.
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