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to do that."

"Don't be so sure," Elise said.

Bethanne's eyes widened. "What do you mean?" she asked breathlessly.

"My grandson's birthday is coming up soon," Elise continued. "My daughter's a talented woman, but she doesn't have a creative bone in her body. I'd like to hire you to help her with Luke's birthday party."

Bethanne immediately sat up straighter. "You mean to say you'd actually pay me to do this?"

"Within reason, yes," Elise assured her. I gathered Elise didn't have much extra cash, so I found this extremely generous.

"I have lots of wonderful ideas for little boys." Bethanne was excited now. "What does Luke like?"

"Currently, it's dinosaurs."

"Perfect. I'll get dinosaur eggs, fill them with prizes and bury them. The boys can go on a dig, if that won't damage your daughter's lawn or garden. Otherwise I'll simply hide them."

Elise smiled. "That sounds good. And I'll find out if it's okay to bury the eggs."

"I know!" Bethanne said happily. "I could make a dinosaur cake, too - it can't be that hard. Luke's probably way beyond Barney, but I'll bet he'd enjoy a purple cake."

Last year about this time, I'd knit Cody a sweater with a big dinosaur on the front and he'd loved it so much, he'd slept with it on. The memory brought a twinge of pain that I did my best to ignore.

"I'd be happy to help with the party," Bethanne said, but then her enthusiasm dwindled. "It's just that I don't think I'd be able to support myself by throwing kids' birthday parties."

"Don't be so sure," Elise said again.

"Amelia's about to have her first birthday, and I know Jacqueline's hoping to make an event of it," I threw in for good measure. "I'm sure if you approached her with a few ideas, she'd hire you."

"Do you really think so?" Bethanne looked around the table for encouragement. Everyone nodded and made encouraging remarks - even Margaret.

"I know so." I'd never seen Bethanne more animated. Jacqueline had the money to pay for something really special, too. "Call her. I'll give you her number."

"I will," Bethanne promised. Her needles clicked energetically as she started describing possibilities for little Amelia's party. "How about a teddy bears' picnic? Or a storytelling party? Or - "

Margaret walked over with the phone number written on a sheet of paper. My sister is nothing if not efficient.

"I can help you," Courtney offered. "I mean, if you need an assistant, and Annie and Andrew are busy. Most days I have a bunch of free time and you wouldn't have to pay me or anything."

Bethanne's eyes filled with tears. "That is so sweet of you."

"Honestly, I'm glad to do it."

Bethanne glanced from one woman to the next. "Thank you all so much. Especially you, Elise. You've given me a wonderful idea and I just love it. This is something I'm really, really good at, and I know I can make it a success." Impulsively she put down her knitting and sprang up to hug the older woman.

I was delighted by her brand-new confidence and wanted to cheer her on. "I was impressed with the music video party you threw for Annie when she turned twelve," I said. Bethanne had told us about this a few weeks ago. "I can just imagine how much fun those girls had dressing up as their favorite rock stars and then having a video made of them singing to a karaoke machine. What a wonderful keepsake."

"Or the pirate party for Andrew when he was seven," Courtney added. "It was so clever to actually bury treasure at the beach."

"It was fun drawing up the treasure maps," Bethanne said, smiling. "One for each boy. The treasures were quite elaborate, too. I'd collected junk jewelry, and bought chocolate coins and eye patches. It was a great party. In fact, it was that party that made me realize how much I enjoyed this. Over the years, I've helped some of my friends with their kids' parties, but I never dreamed anyone would actually pay me for doing it."

"That was Andrew's favorite party, he says. I mean, he still talks about it." Courtney grinned. "I wouldn't have minded a party like that myself."

Elise nodded. "And it's absolutely perfect for little boys."

"Thanks." Bethanne nodded. "Grant got involved, too. He bought a huge toy parrot and dressed up as Long John Silver."

I could see that remembering her husband in those better times was making her feel nostalgic.

"I think Elise might really be on to something here," Margaret said. "There's a market for