Sunday, December 20 “Schrodinger, can you go and get the door, please?” Molly said, as she flipped over the French toast over on the griddle. “I think Drew’s still in the shower, and I can’t leave these.” Of course! The CrossCat hopped down from his chair and headed to the door. She heard the door …
Saturday, December 19 “Molly, are you ready? Tim and Doug are here!” “I’m almost done!” she called back, putting in the silver snowflake earrings that matched the silver snowflake pendant that hung on a delicate chain around her neck. Her long hair was braided in an intricate French braid, held in a crown with more …
Friday, December 18 “So let me get this straight,” Doug said, looking faintly skeptical. He, Tim, and Molly were at one of the small tables in the tea room at CrossWinds Books, enjoying the warmth of the wood stove as the afternoon inched on. It was a drowsy sort of day, with softly-falling snow shushing …
Thursday, December 17 “Are you sure?” Pavel asked his mother, who threw her arms up in exasperation. “I am not six!” Ella told him, and to both Molly and Drew’s amusement, she stood up and shoved her son gently towards the door. “I am a grown woman, and I do not need you hovering around …
Wednesday, December 16 “Hey, Molly, got a minute?” Tim ducked his head through the open kitchen door, a quizzical look on his face. “Absolutely!” Molly said, waving him in. “Come on in!” He came in and shed his coat, along with a large amount of snow. “Sorry about that,” he said. “I thought I’d brushed …
Tuesday, December 15 “This,” Molly said, sipping her cup of tea as she gazed at the magnificent Christmas tree, now fully decorated, that they had been working on all afternoon, “is pretty much the perfect day.” And it’s hardly over, Schrodinger agreed. He’d dragged his cat bed under the branches of the tree and was …
Monday, December 14 Molly, it’s really snowing! Schrodinger danced in the softly-falling flakes, the bells on his Christmas collar jingling in the night air. Molly laughed as she turned from locking the front door of CrossWinds Books. “Well, Pavel did say he had a very good tip that it was going to be a lovely …
Sunday, December 13 Molly paused at the top of the stairs and let the music wash over her. Once again, Father Christopher had brought his choir to CrossWinds Books for the annual Christmas Concert, and once again, the lovely Mareesh girl Starsha was the centerpiece. As Molly stepped into the room (moving carefully, since the …
Saturday, December 12 “You know, pacing around my office is not going to make time go any faster,” Drew said, as Pavel made yet another circuit around the small room. “And you’re driving me nuts.” “I’m sorry.” Pavel flopped gracelessly into the chair opposite Drew’s desk. “I just…I haven’t really seen her in years, except …
Friday, December 11 “Oh no!” Both Aunt Margie and Father Christopher, who had been discussing the set up for the carol sing on Sunday, turned to Molly, who was staring at the message that had just popped up on her phone, dismay written large on her face. “What’s wrong?” Aunt Margie asked, hurrying to her …
