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girl” camp until she figured out that Robyn’s theological stance corresponded almost exactly to her own: liberal social views and a very traditional high-church liturgy. And when Mother had discovered that Robyn shared her fascination with interior decorating, she skipped over the “Robyn” and “Reverend Smith” phases entirely.
    “This is terrible!” Robyn was exclaiming. “I hear their church will be unusable for days. What a sore trial at any time, but at Christmas! We must do something!”
    “Several somethings,” Mother agreed. “What did you have in mind?”
    “As soon as it’s decent, we should start calling people,” Robyn went on. “We can get together a work detail to help with the cleanup.”
    “I doubt if they’ll have the skunks removed and the crime scene processed for several hours,” I said. “You’ll have plenty of time to organize the work detail.”
    I didn’t add that given the enormous size of the New Life congregation, they might not be all that short of helping hands. Why rain on an impulse that was both neighborly and ecumenical?
    “I think the bigger problem may be finding a space for their concert,” I went on. “It could be a day or two before the church is habitable.”
    “They’re welcome to use our sanctuary,” Robyn said. “I’m not sure we could fit in half the people who want to come. But we’ll work out something.”
    “Reverend Wilson!” Mother called.
    Reverend Wilson, who was still talking to Chief Burke and Michael, looked up. He returned Mother’s wave and the three of them headed over to join us.
    “What a trial for you and your congregation!” Robyn said, taking both of Reverend Wilson’s hands in hers. “All our prayers are with you, of course. And we’re going to bring in some hands to help with cleanup. Have you thought of another space for the concert yet?”
    “Sadly, no.” Reverend Wilson looked uncharacteristically doleful. “Nor for all our other Christmas worship and fellowship events.”
    “I’m going to see if the college can offer some space,” Michael said. “Normally at this time of year there would be any number of classrooms and auditoriums standing empty. But since the college is hosting those big basketball and debate tournaments this weekend, I’m not optimistic.”
    “The college has even borrowed some of the larger spaces in the county office buildings,” Chief Burke added. “So that option’s out.”
    “And apart from the college and the county, I’m not sure anyone has a space large enough for our concert,” Reverend Wilson said.
    “Could you have two concerts?” Mother asked. “One tonight and one Sunday night?”
    “Trinity Episcopal could host one,” Robyn said. “Possibly both—let me check our calendar. And we can contact all the other local churches. I’m sure among us we can find sufficient spaces for everything.”
    “That would be wonderful,” Reverend Wilson said. “Take quite a bit of work to arrange, though.”
    I’d already figured that out. And since the last few weeks of nonstop holiday preparations had left me feeling stretched a little thin, I began trying to think of a tactful way to leave before a big chunk of that work landed on my plate. Luckily, Grandfather helped me out.
    “Meg!” He appeared at my side, looking his usual impatient self. “Caroline’s going to stay here to supervise the skunk removal. Can you take me over to the zoo? We’ve got to get a temporary habitat ready for these skunks.”

Chapter 6
    Perfect. Even if readying the skunk habitat took hours, I decided that chauffeuring Grandfather offered the best chance of seeing my bed sometime before nightfall.
    “I’ll be happy to take you out to the zoo,” I said. And then, before Mother could protest that she needed me here, I added, “The sooner we have a place to put them, the sooner the cleanup can begin.”
    Mother nodded her approval and returned her attention to the two ministers. Robyn had