Grace only hoped that the reading program at the Cedar Cove library would prove to be as popular and as rewarding.
The thirty minutes seemed to flash by. She moved silently from one reading group to another. It was important that the children feel relaxed and at ease; the volunteers were there to oversee the kids and dogs, but once the children were set up with books, they were to quietly extract themselves and watch from a distance, letting the children read to “their” dogs alone.
Grace joined Kristen after she’d left Aubrey. “What do you think?” she asked.
Kristen’s pretty face lit up with a smile. “Aubrey took to Mimi right away. It was amazing. Did you notice how Mimi cuddled up to Aubrey? It was so sweet.”
From the corner of her eye, Grace noticed as Tanni made a face. Kristen saw it, too. Grace saw a flicker of pain in the girl’s eyes. She didn’t say anything but Grace knew Tanni’s look of contempt had hurt.
When the children were finished, Beth Morehouse collected the dogs and walked them out of the library, with Kristen and Tanni’s help.
Tanni returned to retrieve her backpack. “Do you have a minute?” Grace asked, stopping her.
“Yeah, sure.”
Grace led the way into her small office. “How did you feel the first session went?” she asked, gesturing for Tanni to take the seat across from her.
The teenager slouched down in the chair. “All right, I think. Tyler and Boomer seem to be a good match. I was surprised by how easily Tyler felt comfortable with such a big dog. He’s small for his age and I was afraid a golden retriever might intimidate him, but that wasn’t the case.”
“Beth suggested the pairings.”
“A couple of times I wanted to jump in and correct Tyler, but I knew that’s not what I’m supposed to do.”
“Great.” The children needed to gain self-confidence and self-esteem. That wouldn’t happen if the volunteers intervened and corrected their pronunciation.
Tanni reached for her backpack, which she’d dropped at her feet when she sat down.
“I had another reason for asking to speak to you,” Grace said, broaching the subject carefully. “It’s about Kristen.”
Tanni frowned. “What about her?”
“Do you dislike her?”
The girl shrugged. “Not really.”
“Do the two of you have a history I should know about?”
Tanni stared down at the floor and shook her head. “No.”
“But you don’t like her, do you?” Grace asked, pressing the point.
“No,” Tanni was honest enough to admit.
Grace leaned forward. “Do you mind telling me why?”
Tanni didn’t answer right away. When she did respond, the words seemed to spew out. “Kristen isn’t doing this because she wants to help these kids. You realize that, don’t you?”
Grace raised her eyebrows. “She told you this?”
“Well, no, but it’s obvious. She’s volunteering because she’s hoping for this Citizen Award that’s given out at graduation.”
Olivia had gotten the award the year they’d graduated. The Rotary Club gave it to a graduating senior with good marks who’d shown leadership skills and had a history of volunteering in the community.
“She’d never get it with her grades,” Tanni said scornfully.
“You know this for a fact?” Grace asked.
Tanni hesitated. “Not for sure, but like I said, it’s obvious.”
It didn’t appear all that obvious to Grace. “I think you’re making an assumption about Kristen that might be way off base.”
“It isn’t,” Tanni said without a hint of doubt. “She’s a cheerleader.” This was added in the most contemptuous tone.
“You don’t like cheerleaders?” Grace asked mildly.
“Hardly.”
“I was a cheerleader in high school,” Grace told her.
Tanni chanced a look in her direction. “But things were a whole lot different back then.”
She made it sound like the days of the Wild West, when covered wagons roamed the prairie. “Oh? How’s that?”
“You know,” Tanni said with another shrug.
“Sorry, I don’t.”
“Cheerleaders these days are real airheads. Kristen is, anyway. She’s got this laugh that makes me want to puke every time I hear it.”
Grace wondered what that was about. “Does she have a boyfriend?” she asked.
Tanni lifted one shoulder. “I suppose so. They all do in that crowd.”
“Oh.”
“If you think I’m jealous, you’re wrong! I have a boyfriend, too. Shaw Wilson.”
“Shaw who works at Mocha Mama’s?”
“He isn’t there anymore. He’s at art school in San Francisco. A friend of Will Jefferson’s helped him get in. It’s a really big deal that he was accepted.”
“I didn’t know Shaw wanted to be an artist.” Grace was well aware that Tanni’s mother, Shirley Bliss, was both gifted and successful.
“He’s really talented,” Tanni said, her voice fervent with conviction.
“How wonderful that he has this opportunity.”
She nodded, but Grace could see that the girl missed her boyfriend. “I’ll bet you’re at loose ends without him around,” she said.
Tanni gave the same careless shrug, which wasn’t really a response. “I am. It’s one of the reasons I volunteered here.”
“I’m glad you did.”
Tanni raised her eyes to meet Grace’s. “You mean you want me to stay?”
“Of course.”
“Even if I don’t get along with Kristen?”
“Well, I’m hoping you’d be willing to cut her a little slack.”
Tanni frowned. “How?” she asked.
“Drop the dirty looks and the sarcastic comments.”
Tanni shuffled her feet back and forth. “I’ll try. The thing is,” she said wryly, “it comes sort of instinctively.”
“I’m not saying you have to be friends, Tanni. All I’m asking is that you respect her and stop judging her motivations. So what if she volunteered because she’s going after the Rotary award? Her being here isn’t taking anything away from you, is it?”
“Not really,” she reluctantly agreed.
“That’s what I thought.”
Tanni bent to grab her backpack. “Can I go now?”
“Of course. Thanks for hearing me out.”
“Sure thing.”
“You’ll be back next week?” Grace asked, following her to the office door.
Tanni nodded. “I might not like Kristen, but I think Tyler and Boomer are cool.”
Seven
Rachel Peyton stopped at the dry cleaners to pick up her good jacket on the way home from Get Nailed.