see any visitors who need welcoming, weâll move on to the reading of the minutes and the financial report. Iâd like a motion to dispense with both.â
Charlotte heard June make the motion and another voice seconded it.
âGood,â Mimi said. âThank you. Our next order of business for the day is our presidential election. After the election weâll take a short refreshment break before tackling the rest of our business. Nominations for president of HHS are now open.â
There were a few moments of complete silence, and then a crisp voice with a no-nonsense tone spoke up. âI nominate Rita Landers for president.â
Almost immediately, a second, more vigorous voice chimed in. âI second the nomination.â
As Charlotte headed back toward the kitchen, she heard June Bryant speak up. âI nominate Mimi Adams for president.â
In the kitchen, Charlotte iced down the remaining bottle of wine in a silver wine bucket, and when she returned to the dining room with the wine and the first platter of pastries, Mimi was talking again. âAre there any more nominations?â A short silence followed; then she continued. âVoting will be by secret ballot. Our vice president, June Bryant, is passing those out now. And since there are no more nominations, weâll vote. When youâve finished marking your ballot, give it back to June and sheâll count them.â
A murmur of protest broke out. âThat doesnât seem quite fair, Mimi.â It was the same voice that had nominated the woman named Rita. âWe all know that you and June are friends, and besides, she was the one who nominated you.â
âAre you insinuating that I would cheat?â June challenged.
Personally, Charlotte thought that the woman had a valid point, so why on earth was June being so defensive? In spite of herself, Charlotteâs curiosity overcame her common sense. With her ears tuned to the goings-on in the parlor, she made a show of straightening the forks on the table while she waited to hear how the woman would respond to Juneâs question.
There was a slight hesitation before the woman finally answered June, and even to Charlotteâs ears, she sounded embarrassed. âNo, June,â she said. âOf course I donât think you would cheat. Sorryâ¦â Her voice trailed away.
Charlotte rolled her eyes. Juneâs intimidation tactic had worked. The woman had given in. The woman might as well have said nothing at all if she hadnât been prepared to back it up. Instead, all the poor thing had done was humiliate herself. Too bad, Charlotte thought, as she headed back to the kitchen for the remaining platters of pastries.
A few minutes later, when Charlotte returned to the kitchen for the last platter, June was standing by the kitchen table. On the table were two stacks of small square pieces of paper.
âJust counting the ballots,â June said absently, as she thumbed through the first stack. With a frown, she counted the same ballots again. Then, after only a momentâs hesitation, she wrote something down on a notepad.
Charlotte picked up the last platter and carried it to the dining room. When she returned to the kitchen, June was tearing one of the ballots into little pieces. Startled by Charlotteâs return, June glanced up with the look of someone who had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Then, with an expression of relief and a tight smile, she picked up her notepad and pen and walked over to the trash can. She dropped the pieces inside, and without a word, she marched out of the kitchen.
Once June had disappeared through the doorway, Charlotte tilted her head and stared at the trash can. There was only one reason why June would have torn up one of the ballots.
âOh, for pityâs sake,â she muttered. Though she couldnât be certain, she was pretty sure that June had just rigged the election to make sure