Before I went to sleep last night, I started a to-do list for the fundraiser, and it would give anyone a headache. I had put it aside to finish today. It also bothered me that I couldn’t dump much of the work on Sergeant Morehouse. He could drum up volunteers for the day of the Corn Bag Toss (the name we were using), and get cops all over town to spread the word. But besides the fact that Morehouse was busier than I was, I needed to keep control over tasks like ordering food or making sure we had enough corn bags or the wood boxes with holes. Scoobie’s face appeared in my brain, wearing an amused expression. I could hear him say, “Control? Did you say control?” Okay, if I talk about it out loud I’ll use another word. Maybe manage, or supervise. Who am I kidding? I’ll be lucky just to cope. BY TWO O’CLOCK I had finished an appraisal and thought I had a good first draft of the to-do list.
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