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smiling proudly at her sons. “The stand is raising money for charity and our neighbor, Bobby, is a Cub Scout. He’ll earn a merit badge for volunteering and when the twins heard what he was doing, they begged to be allowed to assist him.”
    The boys exchanged proud glances and then one of them whispered to the other, “Mom’s happy.”
    Because they were identical twins with no notable differences such as a birthmark or scar, Olivia could never tell Dallas or Dermot apart. When they were little, Laurel dressed Dallas in blue and Dermot in green, but now that the boys refused to be assigned certain colors, Olivia had no idea who was who.
    “Go on.” Laurel nudged the nearest boy. “Try your pitch on Ms. Limoges.”
    “Oh, you don’t have to,” Olivia said hastily. “I’m not thirsty at all, so let me just put some money in your jar or shoebox or whatever you have, and I’ll be on my way.”
    Laurel shook her head and pointed at her sons. “Their preschool teacher said that they mumble too much. This will help them practice their public speaking.”
    Olivia handed one of the boys a twenty. “Okay. Tell me this. Will my donation help someone?”
    “Kids with cancer,” he said in a small, nervous voice, and fixed his gaze on Haviland.
    “There you are. Succinct and to the point. Well done, sir.” Olivia smiled at Laurel and then gestured toward the harbor, which was filled with cardboard boats performing test runs. “Are you going to miss the start of the race?”
    At that moment a woman in a pink and green sundress and a little girl in a matching dress appeared next to Laurel. The woman dropped her designer handbag on the table and declared, “Your relief is here!”
    While Laurel handed over the cash box and key, the little girl took the opportunity to stick her tongue out at Dallas and Dermot. It happened with lightning quickness, but Olivia saw the gesture and was annoyed by it because the girl was at least four years older than Laurel’s twins.
    “I’m sure your boys did the best they could, Laurel,” the mother said with false sweetness and peered into the cash box. “Oh my. There aren’t many large bills at all. Well, never fear! My Ashley-Grace is going to sell more lemonade than any other child on record! She’s a natural salesperson, and I’ve never met a soul who could say no to her. This exposure will be so good for her already flourishing pageant career.”
    The woman beamed at Ashley-Grace who turned to Olivia wearing an angelic smile. “Good morning, ma’am. You look lovely today. Have you sampled our unbelievably refreshing lemonade? Did you know that every glass—”
    “Contains lemons,” Olivia interrupted. “I’m severely allergic to lemons,” she lied glibly. “And to most children.”
    Ashley-Grace’s mother turned bright pink with indignation, but Olivia ignored her. “Don’t be late, Laurel. Harris will look for us during the race. Good-bye, boys.”
    Dallas and Dermot were too busy giggling behind their hands to do anything but wave.
    Reaching out to scratch Haviland’s head, Olivia whispered, “Our work here is done.”
    Once again, the pair walked toward the sea of beach chairs and picnic blankets covering every inch of grass in the small park by the harbor. As soon as Olivia located the set of chairs Harris had set aside for the Bayside Book Writers, she took out a pair of binoculars and began to scan the boats lined up near the water’s edge for her friend.
    The captains in the junior race were steering their crafts to the starting buoys, and Olivia examined the vessels with amusement. For the most part, the boats created by the twelve-to eighteen-year-olds celebrated their hobbies and love of junk food. There were several skateboards, two boom boxes, a hot dog, a carton of French fries, three different candy bars, a cell phone, a horse, and a ballet slipper.
    As with the adult race, two young men or women meeting certain weight requirements manned the boats