Bettina. “What does that mean?”
“Lucky you!” Bettina clasped her hands together in mock joy. “It should be both fun and easy! So that we can best prepare our little geniuses for their future academic experiences, we’ll be giving them a much-needed head start by developing the kinds of advanced placement classes we’d like to see in our schools. In fact, six others will get similar tasks. Another mom will also curate a Fivesies AP program, while two others will do so for the Foursies, and then one each for the Threesies, Twosies, and Onesies.”
The women shifted in their seats uncomfortably. Seeing this, Bettina shrugged. “Not to worry! You’ll have plenty of time to put together a curriculum outline and find an instructor with a stellar curriculum vitae. These are due no later than the Monday after Mother’s Day. Interviews will commence the following Wednesday. Should your class be accepted, these forty-five-minute classes will begin the Wednesday after, and continue every Wednesday, through August. To make your group’s Top Mom, you’ll be judged on the class’s originality, and the instructor’s stellar credentials. Okay, next in line, please!”
It was Gwen Markham’s turn. Her hand shook as it pulled out a tag. She frowned. “I’ve got to come up with a Foursies AP class.”
“We’ll alert the media, Gwen. Okay, Jillian, it seems you’re next.”
Jillian bit her lower lip, then reached into the dish. She sighed with relief. “I have the children’s Valentine party.”
Both Hillary Trumbull and Maureen Landau pulled Advanced Placement class coordination for the Twosies and Onesies respectively.
It was Lorna’s turn. She pulled “Easter Egg Hunt Extravaganza” as her task.
Seeing Lorna’s dismay, Bettina’s lips curdled into a smirk. “Wonderful! I can’t think of a better person to coordinate the dyeing, decorating and hiding of a thousand eggs in Lafayette Park!”
Ally smiled gaily when she saw her task. “I have the parent’s Valentine party.”
Bettina shrugged. “If you do it at your place, hold it inside, okay? Less chance of a poison sumac outbreak.”
To their dismay, Marcia Broderick and Bella Adams were to create appropriately challenging advanced placement classes for the Threesies and Foursies respectively. Jane Ledbetter pulled the final AP class, for the Fivesies.
“May the odds be ever in your favor!” To express her jubilation, Bettina threw her well-toned arms in the air. “I’m famished! Shall we eat?”
She was not at all surprised that the ten Onesies moms barely ate their lunches.
They seemed to have lost appetites.
2:15 p.m.
“Hey, so listen, I’ve got a plan!” Ally ran to catch up to Jillian, who had been the first to vault out of the yacht club while the other mothers lingered leisurely to gossip and set up play dates.
“Great, because I need one. I’m at my wit’s end.” Jillian blinked away her tears. “I hate to say it out loud, but I’m desperately short on money.”
Ally patted her friend’s arm. “Let me walk you to your car.”
Jillian blushed. “You can’t. I no longer own one. It was repossessed this morning.”
“Wow! I’m sorry, Jill. Hey, jump in with Zoe and me. I’ll treat you and the girls to coffee at the Grove. And a piece of pie. Of course, it won’t be half as delicious as yours.”
Jillian laughed. “Stop it. You’re embarrassing me. Besides, you had me at ‘treat.’”
Ally waited with the twins until Jillian climbed into the backseat, then handed them to their mother before folding their stroller into the trunk of her BMW X6 SUV.
The moment she closed the hatch, her cell phone buzzed. She glanced down at it. There was a text from Brady.
When are we going to talk?
She groaned out loud.
“A problem?” The concern in Jillian’s voice was touching.
Ally waved her hand dismissively. “Nothing that can’t wait.” She forced a smile on her face. “Shall we?”
***
It
“Lucky you!” Bettina clasped her hands together in mock joy. “It should be both fun and easy! So that we can best prepare our little geniuses for their future academic experiences, we’ll be giving them a much-needed head start by developing the kinds of advanced placement classes we’d like to see in our schools. In fact, six others will get similar tasks. Another mom will also curate a Fivesies AP program, while two others will do so for the Foursies, and then one each for the Threesies, Twosies, and Onesies.”
The women shifted in their seats uncomfortably. Seeing this, Bettina shrugged. “Not to worry! You’ll have plenty of time to put together a curriculum outline and find an instructor with a stellar curriculum vitae. These are due no later than the Monday after Mother’s Day. Interviews will commence the following Wednesday. Should your class be accepted, these forty-five-minute classes will begin the Wednesday after, and continue every Wednesday, through August. To make your group’s Top Mom, you’ll be judged on the class’s originality, and the instructor’s stellar credentials. Okay, next in line, please!”
It was Gwen Markham’s turn. Her hand shook as it pulled out a tag. She frowned. “I’ve got to come up with a Foursies AP class.”
“We’ll alert the media, Gwen. Okay, Jillian, it seems you’re next.”
Jillian bit her lower lip, then reached into the dish. She sighed with relief. “I have the children’s Valentine party.”
Both Hillary Trumbull and Maureen Landau pulled Advanced Placement class coordination for the Twosies and Onesies respectively.
It was Lorna’s turn. She pulled “Easter Egg Hunt Extravaganza” as her task.
Seeing Lorna’s dismay, Bettina’s lips curdled into a smirk. “Wonderful! I can’t think of a better person to coordinate the dyeing, decorating and hiding of a thousand eggs in Lafayette Park!”
Ally smiled gaily when she saw her task. “I have the parent’s Valentine party.”
Bettina shrugged. “If you do it at your place, hold it inside, okay? Less chance of a poison sumac outbreak.”
To their dismay, Marcia Broderick and Bella Adams were to create appropriately challenging advanced placement classes for the Threesies and Foursies respectively. Jane Ledbetter pulled the final AP class, for the Fivesies.
“May the odds be ever in your favor!” To express her jubilation, Bettina threw her well-toned arms in the air. “I’m famished! Shall we eat?”
She was not at all surprised that the ten Onesies moms barely ate their lunches.
They seemed to have lost appetites.
2:15 p.m.
“Hey, so listen, I’ve got a plan!” Ally ran to catch up to Jillian, who had been the first to vault out of the yacht club while the other mothers lingered leisurely to gossip and set up play dates.
“Great, because I need one. I’m at my wit’s end.” Jillian blinked away her tears. “I hate to say it out loud, but I’m desperately short on money.”
Ally patted her friend’s arm. “Let me walk you to your car.”
Jillian blushed. “You can’t. I no longer own one. It was repossessed this morning.”
“Wow! I’m sorry, Jill. Hey, jump in with Zoe and me. I’ll treat you and the girls to coffee at the Grove. And a piece of pie. Of course, it won’t be half as delicious as yours.”
Jillian laughed. “Stop it. You’re embarrassing me. Besides, you had me at ‘treat.’”
Ally waited with the twins until Jillian climbed into the backseat, then handed them to their mother before folding their stroller into the trunk of her BMW X6 SUV.
The moment she closed the hatch, her cell phone buzzed. She glanced down at it. There was a text from Brady.
When are we going to talk?
She groaned out loud.
“A problem?” The concern in Jillian’s voice was touching.
Ally waved her hand dismissively. “Nothing that can’t wait.” She forced a smile on her face. “Shall we?”
***
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