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"Uh-oh," I said

"Uh-oh, what?" Gracie peeked aroundher hand on the sht and wondered where putting my arm around her would fall on the aard scale

"Why are they here?" she asked

"I don’t know" I leaned forward, trying to catch the tone of their conversation

After a brief and heated discussion--during which Gracie’s delicate hand never left , but it wasn’t a real sht," he said

Gracie handed es and stepped into his line of vision "We have a show tonight," she disagreed

"Mr Baron never reht’s Rebel Yell perfor tickets online" Pastor Robinson gestured for us to follow him, and we made a beeline for the box office After a brief discussion with the attendant, he turned around "Not only are we double booked, but the Rebel Yell is sold out And every single ticket for the nativity was distributed last Sunday I … I don’t knohat to do The show is supposed to start in two hours What a catastrophe" Pastor Robinson ran his hand over his face He looked so defeated and only twenty

Guilt sed me whole But it was followed by a chaser of hope

"Sir?" I stepped closer to hi the playbook in both hands My voice was the pitch of a tiny, wide-eyed Disney mammal "I think I can help"

"Really?" he asked "How?"

"Catastrophes are my specialty"

"I can’t believe you did that" Gracie’s awe could have powered onna throw stuff out there and hope so--throwing it at the wall to see if it sticks"

"I wonder if that’s real," she ainst her chin "Like, do you think the Olive Garden has a spaghetti wall? Do you think the wait staff has to draw straws to see who has to peel it off at the end of the night?"

I grinned "Get to work"

Gracie made a list of the traditional media outlets, and I drafted an announcement for the social ones "I’ll call the radio stations first," she said "HOTT FM is playing Christmas carols, so I’ll start with them" She winked atbut Christmas carols since the day after Halloween, and I predicted ster rap to escape the merriment But I didn’t contradict her She looked so hopeful

A voice interruptedis another story"

Pastor Robinson was beside me, and I hadn’t even noticed I was thankful Gracie was still wearing the purple bathrobe, or he’d have caughtout her departure

"We’ll have to round up soe cones … we could ns for entrance and exits…" He trailed off as his eyes scoured the junk backstage, seeking solutions

"You work all the time, don’t you, Pastor Robinson?" I asked