“I’m glad Jennalee can help out,” Jane said. “It’s quite a job you have.”
“But it makes my year,” Benita confided, beaming. “The rest of the time is peanuts compared to this, you know, weddings, birthdays, all the usual, then every Fourth of July it just explodes.” She clapped her hands. “It absolutely saves me.”
“Do they all chip in?” Jan asked.
“Oh, no.” Benita leaned in to share the confidence. “The rich ones pay for it all. Prescott Sutherland, surely you’ve heard of him, mining or something. He died two years ago, but his money lives on, so to speak. His wife Marian runs it now, makes all the arrangements, chooses the food, everything right down to how to stock the bar, and it’s all paid from a corporate account, Sutherland Metals in San Francisco. I think the actual mining is somewhere in Southern California, though, out in the desert.”