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do you think of Team Potluck, Teresa?”
    “I wish I could wave a wand and make that team more organized. Those women are a mess.”
    Brant Richards smirked. “It was sheer chaos. And what were they thinking serving the rolls next to the gravy? A good caterer would never do that. But then, these women aren’t good caterers. They’re amateurs. Even the bride and groom were amateur.”
    Lisa Leann gasped. “I hope Becky and Allen aren’t watching.”
    We watched Teresa playfully whack Brant on the head with her spatula. “Don’t be such an idiot, honey. I’m glad they’re not like you. Why, you’re already on wife number four. This bride and groom were so sweet, this was no doubt their first wedding.”
    Gianne said to Brant, “Doesn’t it bother you to give this kind of critique to Team Potluck when you know that Deputy Donna carries a gun and Evil Evie can be grumpy?”
    “Hmph, this team will never make it through this round. I have nothing to fear from that girly deputy or the so-called Evil Evie.”
    My cheeks burned, and I flopped onto my back. “Ugh.” Then I turned over and perched on my elbows to see Isabelle Salazar stand and gyrate like she was shot by a jolt of electricity. “Muito bom, baby!” she called. “I love the Colorado cheesecake.”
    “I didn’t see any cheesecake,” Gianne said.
    “I’m talking about those spicy waiters, Wade and David. Vote this team through so we can have another serving. Muito bom, baby!”
    Gianne laughed. “America, you’ve heard from our judges. We’ll be right back after the break.”
    A Toyota commercial appeared, and one after another our cell phones rang, making the room sound like the warm-up for an orchestra as each phone played a different tune. First Nelson called Lisa Leann. I could hear her say, “It wasn’t that bad. No. I think the girls liked it. Really.”
    I rolled my eyes and then listened in on a cell conversation between Evangeline and my dad. Evangeline was saying, “So you saw it? No, I didn’t know we were going to be on. I’m appalled, I tell you, appalled. Did you hear what he called me? Evil Evie!”
    Goldie was saying, “Jack, I just can’t understand how this could happen either.”
    A call came in on my cell from our Clay Whitefield. “Donna, why didn’t you tell me you and the girls were going to be on that catering show?”
    “I didn’t know it myself.”
    “Well, I want an exclusive.”
    “Gotta go. Wade’s trying to ring through.” I hung up with Clay and turned my attention to Wade. “Hey,” I said.
    “Why didn’t you warn me about the reality show?”
    “Sorry, but I had no idea about it.”
    Wade laughed. “Well, I guess I don’t mind being called a cheesecake on national TV.
    “Oh, so you think it’s funny now?”
    “I do. Would you care for a slice?”
    “Ha! I don’t think so. Look, the show’s starting again. I gotta go.”
    As soon as the theme music started, our voices fell silent and we watched the packages the network had put together for the nine other teams. The teams included the Wild Cajun Cooks from Baton Rouge and the Boston Bean Team, which featured men in funny paper hats. Then there was Team Tex Mex from San Antonio. The caterers were made up of cappuccino-skinned beauties twirling in yellow skirts as they served up some great-looking Mexican dishes. I was a bit confused by the Moon Beam Team of Sedona. They all wore crystal necklaces and served tofu dishes on clear platters, which they referred to as vortexes. Do people really eat that stuff?
    Then of course there was the New York favorite, Team Batter Up, an all-guy team from New York City and dressed in baseball uniforms. Another team that presented well was the Comfort Cooking Team from Savannah, Georgia, a group of June Cleaver look-alikes who served heaps of fried chicken and mashed potatoes along with some beautiful pecan pies. Then there was a bunch of college guys who looked like fraternity boys and did a lot of cooking