Thursday, December 10 What are you doing? Schrodinger asked, coming into the kitchen. “Writing out the Christmas cards I bought last month.” Molly got up and shook her head. “Or I would be, if I could remember where I put them.” She sighed. “I swear, I’m losing my mind.” I can help look, Schrodinger told …
Wednesday, December 9 “Peppermint? Are you making candy canes again?” Aunt Margie wandered into the kitchen, smelling the air appreciatively. “No, but I could, if you wanted me to,” Molly said, getting a mug of tea for her aunt and gesturing to one of the stools. “Then what am I smelling?” “Peppermint tea cakes for …
Sorry for the delay, folks. I meant to have everything up in advance, and life got in the way. But I have time today to post everything, so there shouldn’t be any more delays! With that in mind…. *** Tuesday, December 8 Molly was sitting at her kitchen table, cradling a cup of hot chai …
Just to remind you, if you love tea as much as Molly and Schrodinger do, you can buy their favorite teas at Adagio Teas! Molly’s Christmas Blend Schrodinger’s Earl Grey The Snow Queen’s Blend For the tea lover in your life! And since it’s official that I’ll be at ConCarolinas 2016 (just got my invite …
Monday, December 7 Molly! Molly! Schrodinger came bounding up the stairs to the second floor, calling for her at the top of his mental lungs. He was so agitated that he actually meowed as well, something he almost never did. Behind him was the tall, lanky form of Mr. Strange, and the first mate’s face …
Sunday, December 6 “This is going to be a disaster.” Molly laughed at the gloom in Tim’s voice, and he raised an eyebrow at her, then surveyed the room again. “How many people are going to be here?” he asked. “Probably most of the Cove,” Sue told him, bringing another box in from the car. …
Saturday, December 5 Molly surveyed the tea room and turned to Aunt Margie. “You know, we might just finish all this today. Thank you for letting me close the room early.” Aunt Margie patted her on the shoulder. “You needed the space, and it’s not like it’s every day. I know you’ll get everything done.” …
Friday, December 4 “I knew it. I knew this snow would screw everything up.” Mal laughed, somehow managing not to drop the ever-present cigarette from his mouth in the process. “Welcome to winter in Maine,” he said, deliberately exaggerating the Yankee accent. “What did you think was going to happen, flatlander? Rain?” “It’s happened before,” …
Thursday, December 3 “Do you need anything else, before I go?” Drew waited patiently while Molly frowned, first at him, then at the front yard. It had snowed the night before, and everything was made new, covered in fluffy white flakes. He’d already run the small plow that they’d bought the year before, so the …
Wednesday, December 2 Molly was seated on one of the stools in her kitchen at CrossWinds Books, a cup of her special Christmas tea cooling in a simple clay mug that Drew had brought back for her from one of his trips beside her as she sketched designs for a gingerbread cottage. Her pencil flew …
