For the most part, the meeting was more of a formality, really. All the hard work had already been done. The contracts were all signed—all the rental equipment, the band, the porta-potties, everything they needed for the festival was a go. The Facebook page seemed to be a huge success, and everyone, even Sherry, had nothing but praise for her. Bettina was still reserved in her compliments, but she wasn’t riding Mimi’s butt every two seconds with some ridiculous problem, either. Doreen gave her a big thumbs up before getting in her car to take off, leaving Mimi alone in the parking lot. She should be happy. Everything with the festival had worked out all right. But all she could do was stare at the car keys in her hand. She could go home and wait for the kids to get back from eating dinner with Zeke and confront Claire. Or, she could simply drive out to the fishing cabin now and join them, but she wouldn’t be able to keep her mouth closed about that letter.
