I laughed. “I think you’ve nailed the job description, and thank you for the kind words. How long have you been at Let’s Play?”
Arabella fluttered an airy hand. “Forever, it seems. I came up through the ranks, so to speak. I started out as a docent when my daughter, Caitlin, was young-I saw how much she and the other children loved it, and I wanted to be part of it. And things just sort of grew from there! I’ve been president for ten years now, and I still love it. And I seem to have passed my love of it on to Caitlin-she’s our exhibits coordinator. She’s been working with me at Let’s Play for a couple of years now, since she graduated from college, but the Harriet the Hedgehog exhibit is her first solo project.”
“I know how much time it takes to get things right, whether it’s fragile documents or plastic animals. She must have had to work long hours.” So Caitlin worked with her mother. I wondered how that had come about-had they avoided any whiff of nepotism?
“Oh yes, she’s spent quite a bit of time working on the exhibit. It’s a shame she lives in Camden now; I tried to get her to stay with me in the city-I’ve been in the same house since Caitlin was young, and when my husband… left”-a brief cloud passed across her face, and I wondered what the story was-“it was easiest to stay on, since she was settled in school and had friends there. And it was so convenient! Most of the time I walk to work.”
“I can see that. I live in the suburbs myself.”
“Well, that’s nice, too. So it’s just you?” Arabella nibbled at a cookie, much like a dormouse.
“It is. I own a house in Bryn Mawr, and I take the train in.”
“It’s so pretty out there!”
“I think so,” I said, sipping bad coffee and compensating for it with a good cookie. “Caitlin and Jason are engaged?”
“If Caitlin says so, I suppose they are. She hasn’t shared the details with me, but they’ve been living together for a while. I can’t run a children’s museum and broadcast that. But I like Jason-he’s a sweet boy. Actually he’s a graduate student at Penn, but he’s been moonlighting with us because we’re behind schedule with the painting, and he can use the money. I’m sure you know how that goes-nothing is ever done on time, or you find something unexpected that has to be fixed before you can move forward.”
I had to laugh. “I know exactly what you mean, especially when you’re working with an older building.”
Arabella nodded. “Anyway, he’s Caitlin’s first real boyfriend, but they’re so good together! That’s why she was still around yesterday-she was waiting so they could go home together.”
“Poor Jason-he was definitely in the wrong place at the wrong time. I’m glad he’ll be all right. Caitlin seemed so upset.”
“Oh, she was. I practically had to drag her home with me last night, once we knew Jason would be fine. I volunteered to pay all his medical expenses. He’s got only minimal coverage through his graduate program.”
“Do you know what happened? Was it a wiring problem?”
“I still don’t know. I’m having the original contractor come in and check it out this morning. We’ve been very careful, you know. He couldn’t understand what had gone wrong-everything looked correct to him. I’ve also asked someone else to check it out, too, just to be sure.”
“Yes, you said you’d had all the inspections.” Which made it odd that something so obvious would short out-assuming that was what had happened. But I was far from an expert on things electrical, and I knew how often older buildings were plagued by jerry-rigged systems, especially if they’d been around for a hundred or so years. That was a problem we battled with at the Society every time we tried to install something. “Well, I hope whatever it was, it’s simple to fix, and I’m very glad that Jason’s going to be all right. Have you ever visited the Society? I’d love to show you what we’ve got. We may even have a collection of children’s books printed in Philadelphia-if I can find it.”
Arabella clapped her hands. “Ooh, I’d love to see. It’s so much fun to take a peek at what goes on behind the scenes.”
I stood up. “Then I’ll be happy to show you.”
I loved showing off our collections, although to an outsider they didn’t look like much: rows of old metal shelving holding books and documents, mainly. But once you opened a book or a file, there were all sorts of treasures. I could tell that Arabella was sincere in her appreciation, particularly when I showed her the business records for a long-gone Philadelphia manufacturer of carousel animals.
“Wouldn’t it be fun to do something with this?” she said wistfully. “Not with the original pieces, of course, but something derived from those wonderful old animals. Something that the children could actually sit on?”
“I’d love to work with you-maybe we could do a joint exhibit? We could showcase the antique images and the carousel company here, and you could do something updated at your place?” I did in fact like the idea, since it wouldn’t take much on our part-we had all the materials on hand.
“Oh, could we?” Arabella clapped her hands with excitement. “It would have to be scheduled for a year or two out, since the Harriet exhibit will be up through next year. But it would take that long to plan anyway, wouldn’t it?”
“So I gather, although exhibit planning is not my area of expertise. And it would be nice to find some funding for it. Speaking of which, I just hired a development director. Would you like to meet her?”
“I’d be delighted.”
We wrapped up the tour quickly, and I led her past Shelby’s desk. “Shelby, this is-”
She interrupted me before I could finish. “Arabella Heffernan. Of course! We used to visit Let’s Play years ago, when my daughter, Melissa, was young and we were visiting my husband John’s family. I’ve always had a soft spot for your museum.”
“Well, isn’t that nice? I take it your daughter is grown now? Any grandbabies?”
“Not yet, but she is getting married next summer, so I can hope.”
I broke in, “We were just kicking around ideas for some sort of joint exhibit on carousel animals, and were wondering about finding some grant support for it. Maybe you could do a little digging?”
“Happy to! I can see that would be a lot of fun to plan.”
“No rush, but it would be good to know what resources are available. Can I see you out, Arabella?”
“You mean you want to get some work done, dear. Of course. I’m so glad we had a chance to talk, and let’s keep in touch. Shelby, nice to meet you.”
“You, too, Arabella.”
I took Arabella back downstairs. In the elevator she turned to me. “Nell, could I ask one more favor?”
“Sure. What is it?”
“I know you must be swamped, with your new position, but would you mind talking to Caitlin? We’re short-staffed, and she’s been handling PR for Let’s Play. Jason will be fine, but I thought maybe you could walk Caitlin through how to handle… difficult situations with the press and donors.”
Because I had so much experience dealing with rather public institutional crises? Sadly it was true. “Sure, I can give her some pointers.”
“Oh, thank you! Could I send her over this afternoon? Just in case there’s any leak about Jason’s mishap, I want her to be ready.”
Apparently I wasn’t going to get much paperwork done today. “Of course, send her over.”
“I really do appreciate it, Nell, and I’m sure Caitlin will, too.”
The elevator reached the ground floor and I saw Arabella off, then wandered back to my desk. Was it lunchtime yet? Could I skip lunch and just eat those lovely cookies? I had barely settled myself when Shelby appeared and dropped into the chair in front of me. “Aren’t you going to offer me a cookie?”