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Mya chuckled. “She said something about a meeting Monday night?”
“Oh, dammit,” Grandma cursed.
“Mama!” Aunt Mo screeched.
“Oh, calm down, Maureen. You’d think she’s never heard a dirty word before,” her grandmother griped. “They’ve got to let me out of this hospital. I need to be at that meeting Monday night.”
“That’s up to your doctor,” Mya said. “Claudette said you’re in charge of some celebration committee?”
Her grandmother straightened her shoulders. “I’m chairing the committee for the town’s 175th-year anniversary and the downtown revitalization project, which some people think is a waste of time.”
“She means Margery,” Aunt Mo said.
“I don’t care what Margery thinks. We need to do something,” her grandmother argued.
Mya folded her arms across her chest. “Grandma, what are you up to?”
“It’s not just me,” she said with an affronted pout. She pointed an accusing finger at Mya’s chest. “It’s that darn outlet mall in Maplesville that’s causing problems. That’s where everyone shops now, and what’s worse, the people who built the outlet mall have their sights set on Main Street. They’re trying to bring in one of those big-box stores. Can you imagine what would happen to the businesses on Main if they had to compete with a huge national chain?”
“So you came up with the idea for an anniversary celebration?”
“Yes.” Her grandmother nodded. “We figure the celebration will draw people back to Main Street and show those developers that we don’t need some megastore moving in. But how am I supposed to get any work done laid up in this hospital bed?”
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