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 …
Yes, it’s that time of year again! Pull up a chair in the tea room, accept a cuppa and enjoy! *** “Okay, guys, dinner!” Molly Barrett pulled the casserole dish from the oven and the kitchen filled with the smells of melted butter, mashed potatoes, and rich gravy. Once she’d placed the shepherd’s pie on …
