Georgie Be Good by Marg McAlister Read Free Book Online Page B

somewhere in the middle.” She looked at Scott, who was following the conversation with interest. “What do you think, Scott? Should we give Georgie a makeover?” 
    Despite herself, Georgie had to confess to a twinge of interest at the prospect. She had always been on the outside looking in; it seemed, at the vintage rallies, when all the girls seemed to be having so much fun with retro styles. And she had enjoyed shopping for the few gypsy-type clothes she owned. 
    She looked at Scott too. 
    “I have a horrible feeling,” he said, “that this is one of those situations where a man can’t win. If I say yes, you’ll think I don’t like you as you are. If I say no, I’ll be spoiling your fun.” He took a moment to survey Georgie. “But I don’t mind the librarian look. Neat and prim—on the surface.” He grinned.
    “If you come out with some hackneyed old line about imagining what it would be like to see all that hair spread out on a pillow,” Layla said, “I’m gonna throw something.” 
    “Wouldn’t have entered my head,” Scott said, but the twinkle in his eyes when he looked at Georgie made her suddenly warm. 
    “Back to the subject,” said Layla. “A Mags-style makeover. She’s got brilliant ideas; we talked for an hour this afternoon. You get lots of pop-up stores for retro, but not much for gypsy. We could tie her in with the Gypsy trailer market.” She warmed to the theme. “You could showcase her stuff. It would all be good publicity.” 
    Publicity. 
    Georgie sat forward in her chair, staring at Layla. 
    That was it . Vintage trailer meets always scored a few pages in the local media, especially if there was a rockabilly festival tied to it. She had planned to make contact with the media and get a few shots for the Johnny B. Goode retro sales material, but she could do more. A lot more. 
    “Layla, you’re a genius.” She began to put things together in her mind. “When’s Tammy flying over here?” 
    “Wednesday. Her new trailer should get here sometime that day, too. We’ve booked a site for it.” 
    Perfect, she thought. They could set up publicity shots with Tammy in her fabulous retro clothes in front of her new trailer, and with Georgie—after a Mags makeover—outside her Vardo trailer. And more inside the trailer, with her crystal ball. Her point of difference…
    Ideas spilled into her mind. She and her team could feed the reporter all kinds of information about not only their local distributors, but their specialized vintage and retro division back in the huge Johnny B. Goode RV Empire. They would say that all their buyers got special treatment, because Johnny B. Goode treated all his clients like VIPs, whether they were buying a tiny retro trailer or an Extreme RV worth a million dollars. 
    “Perfect,” she said aloud, grinning to herself. 
    “If you don’t tell me what’s going on in your mind,” Layla said, “I’m going to explode.” 
    Georgie came back to the real world to find both Layla and Scott staring at her. 
    “I know how to sabotage Jerry’s plans once and for all and give the vintage trailer division a major boost,” she said, grinning at them. “Let’s brainstorm.”

9
    E arly the next morning , Sarah West called. She sounded both apologetic and resolute. 
    “Georgie, we’ve decided not to go any further with this. We just can’t handle it. Grace is sick with this stomach flu, and she needs me right now. Rachel can’t deal with any more either.” There was a moment’s hesitation, and she went on, “James told me what you said about it being one of the three—Damian, Cory or Rachel. I’d believe it of Cory, but not the other two. And James, he—well, he can’t believe it’s any of them.” She added hurriedly, “Not that he’s saying he doesn’t believe you .”
    Georgie jumped in before she went any further. “Sarah, stop. You don’t have to explain. This is completely up to you, and James.”
    “But you said