bad about ourselves. If we can accept who we are, that is the first step on the road to personal happiness.”
Jennifer smiled and let out a breath of relief as she finished, and the audience applauded politely.
“Very nice,” Bertha said. “Emily, you’re next. Here’s your question: If you could invite any person or persons, living or dead, to have dinner with you, whom would you choose, and why?”
As she announced that Helen of Troy, Abraham Lincoln, and Justin Timberlake were her preferred dinner guests, and explained why, the audience smiled appreciatively.
Amanda Tremont, looking nervous, fielded the next question, “What is your definition of success?” and seemed to answer it well, using her mother as an example, which caused tears to well up in Maggie’s eyes.
Sapphire Vine was asked, “What do you believe is the greatest crisis facing our world today, and how would you fix it?” Her answers: intolerance, and loving each other more.
After the other two girls had answered their questions, Bertha brought the competition to a close. “We’ll have another short intermission now,” she announced, “while we total the scores and determine the winner. We’ll see you in ten minutes.”
She stepped down off the stage to collect the judging forms, shaking hands with each judge as she did so. Then she disappeared out a side door with two assistants.
“Now we wait,” Candy said, easing back into her chair. “Pretty good show so far, though, huh?”
“Oh my, that was wonderful,” Maggie managed to say, her voice still cracking with emotion. “She did such a good job.”
“Nice answer on that question about success, huh? How does it feel to be so highly thought of by your daughter?”
Maggie’s smile said it all. “It feels more wonderful than you can imagine,” she admitted, tears nearly welling up in her reddened eyes again. “I have to go and give her a hug. I’ll be right back.”
After she had gone, Candy checked her watch. It was nearly seven thirty. She had been up since six that morning. A sudden wave of exhaustion swept through her, and her eyes stung with tiredness as she crossed her arms and let her gaze wander aimlessly around the hall.
Mrs. Pruitt was whispering furiously to her butler-what was his name? Hopkins or something like that? His face had gone bright red. Apparently Mrs. Pruitt was not happy about something and was taking it out on the paid help.
Candy’s gaze drifted.
At the judge’s table, Herr Georg looked particularly subdued-not his usual buoyant self at all. Sheila Watson, the high school’s music director, was leaning sideways in a relaxed manner and chatting with him, but he seemed to be having a difficult time focusing on her. Sebastian J. Quinn also seemed strangely quiet-not at all the pushy, self-assured man who had stopped by her booth earlier in the day.
Candy’s eyes moved on. Ray Hutchins was in the room, leaning against a wall toward the back of the hall, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets, eyes focused on someone at the front of the hall. Candy followed his gaze. Who was he looking at? One of the contestants, maybe? Or one of the judges? She couldn’t tell.
She turned her head, surveying the crowd. Lots of couples, she noticed, middle-aged and elderly. Families with small children. A few teens mixed in here and there. But surprisingly few single people like her, and almost no single men her age.
Candy sighed. Cape Willington was not the best place to be if you were a single woman of dating age. The pickin’s here were mighty slim-which was a depressing thought.
She was contemplating a future spent in spinsterhood when Maggie slipped back into the seat beside her. “Here we go. Keep your fingers crossed.”
Sure enough, Bertha Grayfire crossed the stage to the microphone. Her face looking a shade paler in the harsh stage lighting than it had earlier in the day, she stood with tightly drawn lips, holding up a hand, as she waited for the crowd to settle. Finally she spoke.
“Before I announce the winners,” she began, almost too quietly, “I think we once more should express our appreciation to all of our contestants and acknowledge the hard work they’ve put in this evening. Won’t you join me in a warm round of applause for our Blueberry Queen contestants.”
After the applause had died down, Bertha continued. “As is the tradition in our little pageant, I’ll begin by announcing the specialty awards. The winners of these awards will each receive a fifty-dollar gift certificate, good at most stores in Cape Willington, as well as a wonderful gift basket from the Cape Willington Merchants’ Association. First up is our Ms. Spirit Award, which is presented to the contestant the judges believe best exemplifies the spirit of life here in Cape Willington. And the winner is…” She paused momentarily for dramatic effect, then announced, “Mollie McKay!”
The audience applauded heartily as two young girls emerged to present Mollie with a bouquet of roses and a white satin sash with red lettering, which was placed over her head and draped from her right shoulder across her body.
“Next is our Ms. Charm and Personality Award,” Bertha continued, “presented to the contestant whom the judges believe best fulfills those qualities. And the winner is… Emily Fitzsimmons!”
Again, presentations of roses and a satin sash were made, as they were to the winner of the third specialty award, Jennifer Croft, who won for Ms. Photogenic.
“From our final three contestants,” Bertha Grayfire announced, “the judges have chosen two runners-up, as well as this year’s Blueberry Queen. I should mention that the queen and her court will preside over the Blueberry Queen Dance, which will kick off in about half an hour. I hope you’ll all attend. And now it’s time to announce our winners.”
As the audience sat in hushed expectation, Maggie reached over, took Candy’s hand, and pressed it to her chest. “Feel my beating heart,” she said, her voice trembling. “I’m so nervous.”
“Hang in there,” Candy whispered supportively. “We’re almost at the end.”
“The second runner-up,” Bertha said as she glanced down at the card in her hand, “will receive a two- hundred-fifty-dollar scholarship award, as well as a one-hundred-dollar gift certificate and a gift basket. And the second runner-up is… Amanda Tremont!”
“Oh!” was all Maggie could say in a surprised voice as she joined the audience in applause. “She came in third place.”
Candy nudged her friend. “That’s pretty good. Look, she’s happy.”
With a wide smile Amanda stepped forward to accept her bouquet of roses, her white satin sash, and a small silver tiara. She bent down so the two young girls could place it securely on her head.
“Amanda Tremont, our second runner-up!” Bertha called out to the crowd as the applause welled up again.
As Amanda stepped to one side, Bertha gathered the two remaining contestants to her side. “Ladies and gentlemen,” she said dramatically, “we’ve come down to our final two contestants-Haley Pruitt and Sapphire Vine. As you know, the first runner-up plays a vitally important role. Should the Blueberry Queen not be able to fulfill her duties, for whatever reason, the first runner-up will assume those duties. And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for.”
Bertha took a moment to place her reading glasses on the end of her nose and check her card a final time. Candy noticed her hand was shaking. Finally, she lowered her glasses and stepped up to the microphone.
“It’s got to be Haley Pruitt,” Candy hissed, leaning close to Maggie’s ear.
Maggie gripped her arm. “Pray to God you’re right. I hate to think what will happen if the Blueberry Blob wins.”
“The first runner-up will receive a five-hundred-dollar scholarship award, as well as a one-hundred-dollar gift certificate and a gift basket,” Bertha said. “The Blueberry Queen will receive a one-thousand-dollar scholarship award, as well as a one-hundred-dollar gift certificate and a gift basket.”
Bertha paused and looked out over the audience. “There’s nothing more to say, except to announce the winners. And so, without further adieu, the first runner-up is… Haley Pruitt!”
A wave of shock and gasps swept through the audience, and Mrs. Pruitt appeared to faint, as Bertha Grayfire announced over the tumult, “That means this year’s Blueberry Queen is Sapphire Vine!”
