Part 4 (1/2)

”I know what you mean, and I'm all for exploring this more,” Sarah said firmly.

Emma shot her a grateful look.

”Did you have something specific in mind?” asked Sarah.

”Actually, yes.”

Jamie waved a hand in surrender. ”So, let's hear it.”

”Well,” Emma began, warming to her subject, ”the 'acts of kindness' thing is great, but we need a plan to make it all come together, just like if you're making a quilt. You have to have a pattern, some way to make the pieces fit.”

”And so?” prompted Jamie.

”I'm getting to that.” Sheesh. ”First we need a name. That will be our pattern. We could call it the 'Have a Heart' campaign, and our slogan could be 'Keep the Heart in Heart Lake.' ”

Jamie nodded, looking reluctantly impressed. ”Not bad. But how do you make it all happen?”

”Call a community meeting,” said Emma. ”Maybe we could get the Grange Hall for a night, put an ad in the paper.”

Now Sarah was nodding and smiling. ”Great idea.”

”Okay, so now we've got a bunch of people at the Grange,” said Jamie. ”Then what?”

”Then we get everyone to pledge to do one good deed a day,” said Emma.

”Maybe we could even make up T-s.h.i.+rts that say HAVE A HEART,” Sarah suggested. ”That way we have something tangible. On the back we could print KEEP THE HEART IN HEART LAKE. We could sell them and give the proceeds to Helpline.”

”Money for the food bank-I love that,” said Jamie, pointing at Sarah as if she were brilliant.

Emma wouldn't have minded getting a little credit, but oh, well. At least Jamie was on board. ”And if we invite a reporter from the Heart Lake Herald, we could get an article out of the deal. Free publicity.”

”I'll call the Park and Rec office tomorrow and see if they'll let us use the hall,” Sarah said. ”We could shoot for the first week in November. The timing is perfect, just as we're coming into giving season, when people feel most generous.”

Emma frowned. ”We don't want to limit this to a season, do we? I mean giving season should last all year.”

”There's another great slogan,” Sarah said, saluting Emma with her mug. ”And I agree. I'm just saying this is a great time to kick off a campaign to do good deeds. People are already predisposed to accept it.” She turned to Jamie. ”What do you think?”

Jamie nodded. ”I don't know if it will work, but I'm in.”

”Let's all start this week so we have some testimonials for the meeting,” said Emma, excited.

”Sure. Why not?” Sarah agreed. She hoisted her mug. ”Here's to giving season. May it last all year long.”

Emma had tears in her eyes now. This was such a beautiful idea. ”This is a true movie moment.”

Jamie rolled her eyes. ”I'm going to go into insulin shock here.” But then she grinned and raised her mug, too. ”To giving season.”

”This is going to be awesome,” Emma predicted.

Jamie wasn't so sure about that, but she decided to try to keep an open mind. No opportunity to do a good deed presented itself between the Chocolate Bar and home. In fact, nothing at all happened between the Chocolate Bar and home. Everyone was behaving at the four-way stop, probably because she'd missed rush hour. No person in need crossed her path. No cop, either, thank G.o.d. Naturally, she didn't run into the big, bad cop because she now had her taillight fixed. If she hadn't, of course he'd have been right behind her like a hound on the scent of a terrified fox.

Tomorrow would be soon enough to do something nice, she decided. Tomorrow she would send her mom some chocolates, just because. Mom was as bad a chocoholic as Sarah. She'd love it.

Jamie was in her shop kitchen by five the next day, making ganache. Before opening at ten she had chocolates to dip and decorate and fruit to enrobe, and she had to fill the espresso machine with beans and make her dark and white truffle shots and hot chocolate. By the time Clarice, her counter help, showed up, she was ready for a break, so she decided to go put her mom's surprise in the mail. Just before she left for the post office, it occurred to her that simply sending chocolates to her mom didn't really qualify as a good deed, so she filled a little plate for Carolyn the postmaster and her a.s.sistant Walter. If any pair deserved a good deed it was those two. They knew every one of their post office patrons by name as well as their dogs, and Carolyn always kept treats on hand to give to her four-legged visitors.

Carolyn saw the plate of truffles and her eyes lit up behind her gla.s.ses. ”What have we got here?”

”A little something to thank you guys for working so hard,” said Jamie.

”All right,” said Walter, leaning over from where he was sorting letters into mailboxes and grabbing one.

Noting the bit of belly beginning to sneak over Walter's belt, Jamie couldn't help but wonder if this really qualified as a good deed. Walter's wife, who tried to watch his weight, would probably come into the shop and club her with a scale.

”That was really sweet of you,” said Carolyn as she weighed Jamie's goody package for Mom.

Jamie shrugged. ”Just trying to keep that small-town feeling alive. In fact, Emma Swanson, Sarah Goodwin, and I are starting a movement.”

”A movement?” Carolyn looked at her like Jamie was about to try to lure her into some strange cult.

”Yeah. We're going to try and encourage everyone to do one nice thing for somebody every day.”

”Kind of like paying it forward?” asked Walter, reaching for another chocolate. Carolyn moved it out of range and he pouted.

”Something like that,” said Jamie. ”You know, help keep the heart in Heart Lake.”

”That's a great idea,” said Carolyn as Jamie handed over her money.

”So, what do we have to do?” asked Walter.

”Anything,” Jamie told him. ”Let somebody go ahead of you in the checkout line, change a flat tire for someone-whatever comes to mind.”

”That could be kind of fun,” he said. ”How long are we doing this?”

”We're not exactly thinking of putting an expiration date on it.”

Walter shook his head. ”People will never keep it up.”

Jamie conveniently forgot that she had thought the exact same thing. ”You never know. Maybe it will become a habit.”

”It sounds like a good habit to me,” said Carolyn. And as Jamie left the post office, she heard Carolyn say to the next person in line, ”Let's start right now. Would you like one of my truffles, Mrs. Gormsley?”

”Chocolates?”

Jamie looked over her shoulder and saw one of Heart Lake's senior citizens with her fingers poised over the plate, a smile on her face. That felt good. She could get into this. So, what else could she do?

Gift jars. She and Emma could fill quart-sized Mason jars with candies or cocoa mix, decorate them with cute lids, and randomly give them away to anyone who looked tired or down or stressed. That would be fun. Maybe they could make a bunch and take them around to the residents at Senior Gardens.