“It’s not always this busy,” Chase said. “This time between Thanksgiving and the holidays is one of the two busiest of the year.”
“In January,” Anna said, “we’ll probably only need one of you at a time, so you won’t need to come in all day, every day.” Anna got up to get Mallory something to drink. “Pop? Coffee? There might be some more lemonade.”
“Lemonade, please.” She gulped it down. She had obviously been thirsty. “I’ll go back to the front now.”
“Stay another few minutes if you like,” Chase said. She didn’t want to wear out their new employee right away.
“That bell keeps ringing.”
It was true. Since Chase had left the front room, the bell on the front door had tinkled every three seconds. The shop might be full again by now. Mallory climbed off the stool and scooted into the salesroom.
“Baking all done?” Chase asked Anna.
“Everything except washing up.” Anna glanced at her watch.
“I’ll do that, Anna. I’ll bet you have things to do, don’t you?”
“Everything should be ready for the wedding. If not, it’s too late.”
“I can’t believe it. It’s in three weeks! I know our dresses are ordered, but Julie and I still need shoes,” Chase said.
“Three weeks exactly. You know I offered to make the dresses.”
Yes, Anna had. And she would have and they would have been beautiful, but Chase and Julie wanted to spare her, the bride, that extra chore. If they all ended up worrying about the arrival of the bridesmaid dresses, though, it would have been better for Anna to make them.
“I would like to leave early, though,” Anna said, “to take this home and fill it out.” She stuffed the application papers into her purse.
“When is the Batter Battle?”
“Two and a half weeks from now. But the deadline to sign up is this coming Saturday. I have to turn in a recipe, so I have to come up with one by then.”
“Can’t you use one of our best sellers from here?”
Anna shrugged into her parka. “I’d rather create something. I have no idea what.”
Chase sought inspiration in the ceiling for a moment. “You were working on the ones that tasted like donuts, remember? A couple of months ago? Did you quit working on them?”
Anna paused on her way to the door. “Yes, I did. Those weren’t going to work. Much too heavy. But I’ve been fiddling around with muffin recipes. Muffin Cookie Bars, I think I would call them. That would be different, wouldn’t it?”
“Would you rather call them muffins or cookies? Muffins would be more unusual. But are they sweet enough? Muffins often have a topping.”
“You may be right, Charity. I’ll try a topping at home tonight. Game on, Grace Pilsen.”
“Bring them in tomorrow,” Chase shouted as Anna left.
She was now alone in the kitchen with dirty bowls and baking pans, but also with the sweet aroma of Cherry Chiffon Bars, the last thing Anna had baked.
At six, closing time, Chase turned the sign on the front door over to “Closed.” After Inger and Mallory left, it was Quincy’s time.
This time, when the office door opened, no one hindered the eager cat. He knew the nightly routine. In spite of some extra heft around his middle, which some people thought made him look even cuter, he easily leapt to the countertop next to the stove. From experience, he kept away from the burners, even though they were cool now. He was intent on finding crumbs. When dessert bars were transferred from baking pans to display bins, there were invariably crumbs.
Chase watched Quincy, patrolling and purring, with affection. He’d been such a scrawny, frightened little kitten when she first saw him, newly rescued from the beach, where his litter had been abandoned. She had hesitated only a moment, picking out one of the six. Quincy’s large amber eyes spoke to her and, when she picked him up, he snuggled his way into her heart.
She heard her phone dinging. It was still next to the refrigerator. When Quincy finished with the counters, she would disinfect them, but first, she’d better find out who was texting her. She remembered that she had gotten a text earlier and had ignored it.
It was from Julie and read, “Open your mail and call me.”
The mail was in the office where she’d dropped it. Most of it, the part that wasn’t junk mail and more greeting cards, was probably bills, so putting them next to the computer where she paid them was a good place. A wastebasket sat next to the desk for most of the mail.
One piece, though, was not junk, not even a bill. How had she not noticed it when she’d picked out the envelope from the Minny Batter Battle? This one was from Hammond, her high school. She ripped it open as she called Julie.
“A reunion?” she said when Julie answered. “Did you get an invitation, too?”
“Yes, and look at the date,” Julie said. “It’s this coming Saturday!”
“Three days from now? That’s awfully quick.”
“And who has a reunion in December?”
Chase noticed the name on the bottom of the paper. “Guess who? Dickie Byrd.”
“That figures. What do you wanna bet he’s running for some office somewhere?”
“I won’t bet against that,” Chase said. Richard Byrd, always called Dickie behind his back—and sometimes to his face—had been their class president. Not because of his leadership qualities, but because of Monique’s ability to mount an unbeatable campaign. Richard and Monique had married while still in college and Richard was now on the school board. No one who knew both of them doubted that his sights were aimed higher. “Still, if he has a reunion to announce he’s running for office, that’s pretty tacky.”
“I’m going,” Julie said. “There are a lot of people I’d like to see again. So many of our classmates moved out of state.”
“Me included, but I came back.”
“What are you wearing?” When Chase didn’t answer, Julie insisted they go shopping that night. “The stores are still open.”
Chase knew she was in good hands with Julie, a champion shopper. They whizzed through three stores and both went home satisfied.
As Chase readied herself for bed in her apartment above the shop, she went over some of the people she’d gone to high school with. There were some she wouldn’t mind seeing again. But she sure didn’t want to run into Eddie Heath.
TWO
The day after Chase and Julie had gotten their reunion notices, Julie came by for an early morning bike ride. The two best friends enjoyed their bike rides together and didn’t get to do them as often as they would like lately. Julie was settling into her new job and, from what Chase could tell, being in real estate law would mean less stress and fewer hours than working in the DA’s office.
White twinkle lights were strung in the thin branches of the trees that grew along the sidewalks. They weren’t lit now, but the area was a fairyland at night in December. They pedaled down Fourteenth Avenue SE, over to University Avenue, and onto the Tenth Street bridge. When they reached the middle, they stopped to watch the river. Chase always felt something switch on inside her soul, something that glowed with a serene light, when she stood and gazed at the peaceful Mississippi as it flowed beneath her.