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was clear to Hannah that Marge's new "do" hadn't succeeded as a total confidence builder. "Your cookbooks arrived yesterday, all two hundred of them."
    Connie Mac smiled the sweetest smile that Hannah had seen yet, the very same smile she used on her show. "You really must call me Connie Mac. 'Mrs. MacIntyre' is simply too formal. May I call you Marge?"
    "Of course," Marge breathed, obviously impressed by Connie Mac's tailored suit of peach wool and her gracious manner. "Just follow me and I'll show you the table I set up for your book signing. It's going to be such a wonderful fund-raiser for the library! Everyone in town wants to meet you and buy an autographed copy."
    Connie Mac frowned as they approached the table that Marge had set up at the back of the library. "This is where you want me to sign my books?"
    "Yes, I set it up this way on purpose. When people come in, they'll get to see the whole library on their way to your table."
    "That's certainly important," Connie Mac said pleasantly, but Hannah could tell that she wasn't pleased. "I have an idea, Marge. I think we should move my book signing to the lobby of the community center."
    "But we want people to see the library. If you're in the lobby, they won't come all the way back here."
    Connie Mac linked arms with Marge and walked her back toward the entrance of the library. "Let's put our heads together, Marge. I'm sure that between the two of us, we can come up with a solution to our little problem. We have to decide which is more important, raising funds for the library, or giving people a tour."
    "They're both important," Marge insisted, digging in her heels.
    "Of course they are, but how about this? I'll sign copies of Sweets For Your Sweetie in the lobby and you'll sit right next to me at the table. Then, when people ask about the library, you can tell them about it and invite them to come back to visit when the Winter Carnival is over. With all the other activities going on, I doubt they'll do much reading this week anyway."
    Hannah waited for Marge to explode. The Lake Eden Community Library was her baby. She was proud of what she'd done and it was only natural for her to want everyone to see it.
    But the expected explosion didn't come. Marge just looked flattered as she asked, "You want me to sit with you?"
    "Of course I do. The mayor told me how instrumental you've been in planning this library. He said it was all your idea and you should take credit for it." Connie Mac patted Marge's arm. "And I must admit that I have a selfish reason for wanting you to sit with me, Marge."
    "Really?"
    "Most people don't know this about me, but I'm really a very shy person and I just hate the idea of sitting in the lobby all alone. If you're with me, you can introduce me to all your friends."
    Marge preened a bit. "I could certainly do that. I know everyone in Lake Eden. I was born and raised here."
    "I'm sure we'll have a wonderful time together," Connie Mac said, stepping out of the library and into the hallway. "I'll see you tomorrow, Marge."
    Hannah rolled her eyes as she followed Andrea and Connie Mac down the stairs to the banquet room. The Cooking Sweetheart was a steamroller when it came to get- ting her way, but she had charm and she knew when to dish it out. After only one dose, Marge Beeseman, one of the most obstinate women in Lake Eden, had caved in like an underbaked cake.
    "Edna? We're here," Hannah called out as they entered the banquet room in the basement of the community center.
    Edna, a thin woman with wiry gray hair that had been permed to death, bustled out of the kitchen. She was wearing a new, sparkling-white apron that Hannah knew was her version of "all dressed up."
    "Hannah, Andrea." Edna smiled as she greeted them and then she turned to Connie Mac. "I'm real pleased to meet you. Mrs. MacIntyre. Where's the cake?"
    Hannah choked back a laugh. Edna had always been blunt. But it didn't seem to faze Connie Mac, because she just smiled.
    "It's in my