My stomach dropped.
“But why?”
Karen leaned closer and lowered her voice.
“Lily barely talks to anyone. Madison knows how to talk to people. We’re trying to raise money here. Your daughter would be better off standing in the back.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
Talking to dozens of strangers in one day really was difficult for Lily. But she was trying very hard, and she’d been looking forward to this fair for weeks.
“Karen, Lily volunteered for this table weeks ago. She spent three evenings baking everything you see here!”
“And she did a lovely job,” Karen replied, moving another tray. “But somebody has to sell it.”
“Then Madison can help her. You can’t just push my daughter aside!”
Karen laughed in my face.
“Listen, I’m in charge of organizing the tables for this fair. My daughter will be better at selling. So it’s settled, and we’re not going anywhere.”
