From Polly's office he went out to the selling floor, exchanged pleasantries with saleswomen in Green Smocks, told Dundee he was a good bibliocat and could expect a raise. He walked down the broad staircase to the community area with its view of meeting rooms, and the Edd Smith Place, where pre-owned books were donated and sold, with proceeds going to good causes.
In Moose County one simple fact encouraged the charitable impulses of the general public: The K Fund would match any donation dollar for dollar.
In the ESP, as the lower-level shop was known, Lisa Compton was the volunteer at the cash register. A retired academic, married to the school superintendent, she was the one Qwilleran wanted to see.
"Lisa, how would you like to collaborate on a ?Qwill Pen' project that will later be published in book form?"
When she heard about the "Late Greats," she was enthusiastic. She and her husband were third-generation natives. Together they could suggest candidates for the honor, and Lisa would do the research.
She would start with the late Osmond Hasselrich, pioneer lawyer, and Agatha Burns, well-loved teacher.
Back upstairs, he found Polly waiting for him with her eyes sparkling in a way that meant mischief or conspiracy.
"Sit down!" she ordered. "We have to discuss your birthday dinner! I've made a reservation at the Mackintosh Inn - your favorite table in front of the Scottish castle crest, and I thought it would be fun if we wore our Highland kit."
That meant the Mackintosh kilt for Qwilleran, with dinner jacket, sporran, and a dagger in his sock. Polly would wear a long white dress with Duncan plaid pinned on the shoulder with a cairngorm.
"They won't know it's your birthday. I'll tell them we're celebrating a moment in Scottish history, and they'll serve us two Scotch eggs as aperitifs, and you can have half of mine."
When assured that he would not have to blow out candles on a cake, Qwilleran agreed. Afterward, they would go home and listen to good music. He had a new John Field recording he wanted to play.
Later that evening Qwilleran wrote in his private journal, explaining somewhat his panic about birthday celebrations.
Chapter 3
One Sunday afternoon in late May Hixie Rice and a member of the Sesquicentennial Committee arrived at the barn to discuss various matters. Dwight Somers was a public relations counselor whose PR firm was called Somers & Beard, although the only beard was on his face. Qwill and his guests seated themselves in the sumptuous sofas and Hixie said, "These sofas are just too comfortable, Qwill! We may never want to leave."
"Don't worry," he said. "Koko has a built-in alarm clock and will throw you out. Talk fast."
Both cats were on the coffee table, huddled shoulder to shoulder on a very large paperback book. "What are they sitting on?" she asked.
"Their bedtime reading:
Hixie said, "He has a moustache like yours."
"Or, rather, I have a moustache like his."
Qwilleran was a great admirer of his predecessor's wit. It was Twain who gave the world's shortest advice: "When in doubt, tell the truth."
"Now, what's the latest about the celebration?"
"To make it brief," said Dwight, "three parades will define the thirteen weeks of celebration. On Memorial Day the theme will be