Page 29 of Mr. B

“I totally believe you.”

Maggie came up to them. “Abe, leave your brother alone.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Put some extra cheese on that pizza, will you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And when you get a free moment, there’s something Cassandra would like to run by you.”

“Hmm, sounds interesting.”

Wes patted him on the shoulder. “Just be nice and don’t say anything stupid.”

“Wow. Okay. I was going to, but now…”

Wes left the kitchen and returned to the table. He slid into the booth. “He’s going to come over when he can, so you can talk to him about holding the fundraiser here.”

“You want me to talk to him?”

“It’s your plan.”

“He’s your brother.”

“You’re in charge of fundraising.”

She picked up her glass of water and took a sip. “What are you in charge of?”

“Making sure the kids have a good time.”

“Wow. Tough job.”

“They are teenagers.”

They were halfway through their pizza when Abe approached their table. “How’s the pizza?”

Cassandra smiled at him. “Wonderful.”

“Wes said you have something to talk to me about.”

“Yes.” She wiped her mouth with the napkin. “Before he left so suddenly, Mr. Bishop set in motion a plan to allow all the seniors to come to senior camp this year. I guess in the past, some of them couldn’t afford it.”

“Okay.”

“When he left, it fell on me to follow through, but camp is six weeks away, and no money has been raised.”

“Are you looking for a donation?”

“No. Well, not specifically. I’d like to hold a fundraiser here. We advertise and get a lot of people to come in and eat pizza, and some of the proceeds go to the fund for camp.”

“We’ve done something like that a couple of times.”

“You can limit the menu however you want. If you want to only serve cheese pizza, that’s fine. Whatever works for you.”

“Gentry and I can come up with something we can live with.”

Cassandra glanced at Wes. “To make it fun, we can have Wes helping in the kitchen. Maybe have a few teachers serving.”