Homicide and Halo-Halo (Tita Rosie's Kitchen Mystery #2)(29)







Chapter Ten





If these girls were the future of Shady Palms, maybe it was a good thing I’d moved back here.

We filed into one of the small classrooms housed in the community center, this one dedicated to arts and crafts, if the various paintings and collages lining the wall were any indication. Most of the surfaces were covered with a dusting of glitter, which would soon be coating us as well. Beth pulled a lint roller out of her purse and went over her outfit to try and remove every little sparkle, but I didn’t bother. Fighting glitter was a losing battle.

We took our seats at the long table at the front of the room, in front of which sat five chairs. The first Q&A was done group-interview style, and the contestants were not only being graded on their answers, but their posture, poise, confidence, and ability to lead a conversation as well. Each judge had the same list of twenty-five questions in front of them, and we would each ask a question off that list at random, so that no contestant group received the same three questions.

Beth, as head judge, went first, followed by Sana, then me. By the usual pageant rules, I should’ve ranked higher than Sana, but because I was technically a replacement judge, I was at the bottom. Not that it mattered, since our scores all carried the same weight, but pageantry sure loved enforcing hierarchy and so did Beth.

“OK, I’ve marked the questions I’m going to ask each girl, so cross-check your list now so you don’t get mixed up. Since this is in groups, it’s easy to get confused or off-topic, but we don’t have time for that.” Beth showed us her questionnaire, her bold handwriting listing a contestant next to each question.

“Wow, you’re very organized,” was all I could say. I figured I’d just wing it and choose my questions based on the vibe I got from the group.

Beth had a lovely smile, but there was always a touch of disdain in it. “We’re interviewing three dozen teenagers over the next couple of hours. The only way I’m not going to run screaming from this room after the millionth inane answer is if I stay organized and keep us on schedule.”

She ran her hands lovingly over her champagne-colored planner. “It’s no different from a job interview. Study the candidates ahead of time, prepare the questions accordingly, and shunt them out on time so you can move on to the next one.”

I nodded as if I understood, when in reality I’d never been on a real job interview, let alone run one. I’d worked at Tita Rosie’s Kitchen most of my life, and even the internship and odd restaurant jobs I’d had in college were because of my ex-fiancé, Sam. Over the past few months, I’d had to deal with people (mostly my family) pointing out how spoiled and privileged I was, but it wasn’t until that moment that I’d realized that maybe they were right.

This point was driven home when one of the contestants, a lovely Puerto Rican girl named Sara Colon, answered the question, “How do you plan on juggling the responsibilities of the crown with the demands of your current life?”

I thought it was a silly question because how busy could these girls be? At their age, I was pulling straight As, taking exam prep classes, working at Tita Rosie’s Kitchen, and still found plenty of time to hang out with Adeena, Terrence, and my then-boyfriend, Derek.

Sara paused for a moment, studying the other girls in her group, before saying, “I have a kid. My daughter will be a year old soon and her father isn’t in our lives anymore. I’m lucky enough to have a supportive family who watches her when I’m at school and work. So I know what responsibility is. I juggle school, a part-time job, and parenting, and know that being Miss Teen Shady Palms is more than a title and shiny tiara.”

She straightened up, ignoring the whispers of two of the fellow contestants in her group. “But I want to go to college. I want to show my little girl that I have what it takes to be a success, and that being a teen mom doesn’t ruin your life. People always say they don’t have time, but they just mean they won’t make the time. I know how to make time for what’s really important. And I know being Miss Teen Shady Palms is an important platform, both for me and my community. I would never waste this chance.”

I wanted to stand and applaud, and I could see the warmth and approval radiating off Sana as well. Beth, however, was unmoved until the girl added, “On top of that, I’m super organized. If I could show you my phone, you’d see that my calendar is color-coded and has alarms and notifications and stuff so I don’t forget anything.”

Beth grinned, this concrete piece of information finally winning her over. “You should also invest in a physical planner. I love my online calendar and scheduling system, but if something went wrong or the Internet was down, then where would I be? Technology is fickle. Always have backup plans. Also,” her eyes cut to the two girls who’d been whispering about Sara, “don’t waste time worrying about what others think or say about you. You’re clearly intelligent and driven. Haters are insignificant and whether you win here or make your own way, your success will show them how little they matter.”

Sara’s eyes widened before she let out a joyful laugh. “Thank you, Mrs. Thompson. I’ll make sure to write that down as my inspirational quote once I get a planner.”

When it was time to question the gossipy girls, Beth was ruthless and their answers proved to be as thoughtless as they were. The rest of the interviews ebbed and flowed, some just as fascinating as Sara’s, others as inane as Beth said they’d be. I swelled with pride when it was Joy’s group’s turn and she managed to hold her own against Beth.

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