"I've got some other good news, too. You're not the only suspect that Mike and Bill cleared."
"Norman?" When Hannah nodded, Janie's smile grew even wider. "I'm glad. I really like him, Hannah."
"I like him, too. We'd better get a move-on, Janie. Andrea will panic if I'm late for the contest."
"I'm ready. Or at least, I was. Just let me brush my hair again."
Hannah watched as Janie went over to the dresser and began to brush her hair. "Did you happen to think of anything special we could do with our snowman?"
"Yes. I forgot to tell you in all the excitement, but I think you should build a snow-woman."
'A snow-woman?"
"That's right. I thought it might catch the judge's eye if it was a snow-woman instead of a snowman."
Hannah turned to stare at the piles of clothing with a thoughtful look on her face. "Maybe we could straighten out that hat from Andrea's wedding and use it."
"Bad idea." Janie shook her head. "She'll think you didn't like it."
"I didn't."
"I know, but she chose those hats especially for us. You have others, don't you?"
"Oh, yes," Hannah said, thinking about the old adage, Always a bridesmaid, never a bride. "I've been in enough weddings to start a whole collection."
Armed with two shopping bags of snow-woman paraphernalia, Hannah and Janie arrived at Lake Eden Park. Hannah spotted Lisa and Jack Herman standing on the sidelines and she turned to Janie.
"I told Lisa that you were coming and she wanted you to watch with them."
"Great." Janie smiled. "Mr. Herman's an old family friend. He used to work with my Dad. It'll be good to see him again."
"Did Lisa tell you that he has Alzheimer's?"
"Yes. Don't worry, Hannah. I'll understand if he doesn't remember me."
When they arrived at the spot where Lisa and her father were standing, Janie greeted Lisa and then she turned to Jack Herman. "Hi, Mr. Herman. I'm. . ."
"Janie Burkholtz." Jack supplied the name, reaching out to take her hand. "I remember you from a long time ago. Your father and mother were good friends of mine, but I don't think I've seen them for a while."
"They moved to Florida a few years ago."
"Smart," Jack said, smiling. "Garland always said he wanted to get away from this. . . uh . . . white stuff on the ground."
Lisa smiled at her father. "The snow bothers a lot of people, especially when it's deep, like this year."
"Maybe Garland was smart. He always hated to shovel snow. Is there a lot of it in. . .where was it again?"
"Florida," Janie responded "It's warm all year 'round down there. Mom likes it a lot. She practically lives in shorts."
"Isobel always did have pretty legs, but they couldn't hold a candle to my wife's legs. I used to tell her she should insure them with Lloyd's of . . . whatchamacallit. That's what Betty Grable did, you know."
Janie laughed. "That's exactly what my Dad used to tell my mother!"
"Doesn't surprise me. Your father always stole my best lines. We all had fun back then. They lived right next door before they bought that place on Elm Street. We already had . . . our first baby."
"Tim," Lisa prompted.
"That's right. I think Timmy was about a year old, because he was already walking. Garland and Isobel just loved him. They used to try to get us to go out, just so they could babysit. I remember the day they got you, Janie. They were so happy to get a baby of their own."
"It's cold, Dad." Lisa noticed that her father was shivering, and she reached into his jacket pocket to pullout a pair of wool gloves. "You'd better put these on. How about a hot cup of coffee? I can go get you one."
"That sounds good, honey. How about the rest of you? It's my treat."
"Thanks, Mr. Herman. Coffee would be great," Hannah said.
"I'd like some, too." Janie turned to Lisa. "I'll come along and help you carry it, unless. . ."
Hannah knew exactly what Janie was thinking, and she reached out to take Jack's arm. "I'll stay with Mr. Herman to keep him company."
"I'm sorry, Miss . . ." Jack sighed, turning to Hannah after Janie and Lisa had left. "I forgot your name again. It starts with an 'H,' doesn't it?"
"That's right. I'm Hannah Swensen and I'm Lisa's partner at The Cookie Jar."
"Of course you are. I don't know why I can't remember your name. It just slips away from me sometimes."
"That's okay. Just ask me and I'll tell you." Hannah motioned to the gloves he was holding in his hand. "Better put those on before you get frostbite."
Jack laughed and slipped on his gloves. "You sound just like my daughter. When Garland and I were boys, we never wore gloves unless it was twenty below. It was some kind of crazy idea we had. We thought the girls would like us better if we proved how tough we were. I wonder if they still do things like that."
"I think they do," Hannah said, remembering that Craig Kimball and several of his friends had been gloveless when they'd helped her carry her cookies to the warm-up tent.
"It's good to see little Janie again," Jack smiled. "She's all grown up now, but I remember the day Garland and Isobel got her just like it was yesterday."
Something about Jack's word choice puzzled Hannah. This was the second time he'd referred to the day that Janie's parents got her. She'd noticed that Lisa often supplied the word that her father couldn't remember, and she decided she'd do the same. "I think it's nice that you remember the day that Janie was born."
"Oh, I don't remember that."
"You don't?" Now Hannah was thoroughly puzzled. "But you do remember the day they got her?"
"'Course I do. Garland got the call at work and he drove to that hospital in Minneapolis to pick up Isobel and the baby. But maybe I shouldn't have told you that. It's a big secret."
"What's a secret?" Hannah asked, even more confused.
Janie's 'adopted, but her mother never wanted her to know. You won't tell her, will you?"
"I promise I won't," Hannah said, reaching out to take Jack's hand. "Will you tell me about it?"
Jack sighed. "Guess it can't hurt, now that I let the cat out of the bag. You see, Isobel had trouble having babies. She lost two in the first two years, and it just about killed both Garland and her. Then she got pregnant again and she had to stay in bed with her feet up. She was fine for months, but it happened anyway. Garland had to call for the ambulance one night and they took Isobel to the hospital."
"That's very sad," Hannah said, patting his hand.
"I know. Isobel lost the baby, and the doctors told her she couldn't get pregnant again. It upset her so much, she went into a . . . what do you call it when you can't eat or sleep, and you cry all the time?"
"Depression?"
"That's the word. Isobel went into a depression and they kept her there in the hospital. There was a girl in the next bed and she was in trouble, too. They got to be friends, Isobel and this girl, and the girl told her she wasn't married and she was going to give up her baby for adoption. And then she asked Isobel and Garland if they wanted to take it."
"And they did?"
"The girl didn't want any money or anything like that. She just wanted to make sure her baby had a good home. There was only one condition. She never wanted her baby to know about the adoption."
"And that's what happened?"
"Yes. The girl had her baby the next day and she signed Janie over to Garland and Isobel. Her name was Janie when they got her, you know. The girl named her after her grandmother, who'd just died. I know they kept in touch with the girl. Isobel sent her letters and pictures, and the girl sent back gifts for Janie. She asked them to say the gifts were from them, and they did."
Hannah's mind was spinning. It was a great story, but she couldn't help wondering if it was a figment of Jack's imagination. "How do you know all this?"