Page 45 of Threads of Kindness
“I’ll look at the machines in my basement today and decide what I want to display,” Anita said. “Are you sure you have time to make the information placards for me?”
“Absolutely,” Sunday said. “I love doing that sort of thing. Send me a photo of each machine, together with any information you have, and I’ll work up the placards. I’ll send everything to you for approval before I print them.”
“That’s so helpful,” Anita said.
“Lyla Kershaw is an artist, and she’s designing the signs for the front of the library and the one that will go at the entrance to the exhibit in the main reading room.”
“You’re making this so easy for me,” Anita said gratefully.
“I think it’s going to be a very popular attraction,” Sunday said. “It’ll draw people into the library.” She snapped her fingers. “I’ve had another idea—we’ll set up a QR code to the museum’s website on the signage.”
Anita looked at her with a blank expression.
“The website will include a sign-up link for your newsletter,” Sunday explained.
“My newsletter?” Anita asked, wide-eyed.
“Of course! You’ll need a newsletter to stay in touch with museum patrons. We’ll also link to your social media accounts.”
Anita placed her hands on either side of her face. “Social media? I didn’t even think of that. Can’t I just open my museum, put out a sign on the sidewalk, and leave it at that?”
“Not if you want it to be successful in this day and age,” Sunday said with a smile. “Don’t worry about all that. I’ll help you get everything set up and teach you what and how to post. Once you get going, it’ll only take a few minutes a week.”
“This is way more work than you bargained for, Sunday. You’ve got a wedding to plan. I can’t ask this of you.”
“You didn’t ask me,” Sunday said. “I offered. And I’m glad to help.”
“But—” Anita began.
Sunday held up a hand to silence her. “Your job is to select what you want to display. Mine is to make the rest of this happen.”
Anita blew out a breath and turned in a slow circle. “I’m going to make a beautiful exhibit for you,” she said. “The library will be proud.”
“And we’re going to make yours the must-see new museum in the state.”
CHAPTER 23
Frank opened the front door as Josh approached along the walkway.
“Thanks for coming on such short notice,” Frank said, stepping aside and motioning Josh over the threshold.
Sean hovered behind Frank, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
“You know my son, Sean?” Frank asked.
“We’ve seen each other at Forever Friends,” Josh said, “but we haven’t officially met.” He held out his hand to the young teen.
Sean stepped forward and shook his hand.
“Follow me,” Frank said. “Loretta set out a spread of hors d’oeuvres that could suffice for a meal.”
“Mom’s been in the kitchen the entire day,” Sean added. “She’s been singing, so we know she’s having fun.”
The three entered the kitchen. Trays of caprese skewers, bacon-wrapped dates, and toasted baguette slices topped with warm brie and fig jam were placed at the end of the island. A tiny crockpot containing bubbly crab dip sat next to a basket of crackers.
Loretta slid a casserole dish of scalloped potatoes into the oven, brushed a damp tendril of hair off her forehead, and turned to greet Josh.
Josh held out a bouquet of roses and stargazer lilies that Sunday had suggested as a hostess gift.
