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 …
It’s been a long week. I seem to be saying that a lot lately. I think it’s because it’s the end of winter – I’m so tired of the cold, and the snow, and the cold, and did I mention the cold? I hate being cold. I’d so much rather be hot than cold. And …
“Molly, Molly, he came, he came!” Drew groaned and tried to pull the covers over his head. “Is it daylight yet?” Molly chuckled. “It’s actually almost seven o’clock. They let us sleep.” She got up and stretched. “Come on, don’t you want to see what Santa brought?” Lily and Zoey were waiting …
“You do realize that this house is going to be insane tonight, right?” Molly said, grinning, as they climbed out of the Range Rover. The Barrett household was ablaze with lights and the shouts of children could be heard even in the driveway. At least they are happy shouts, Schrodinger pointed out. And besides, …
Zoey, Zoey, look what I found! Zoey looked up from the book she was only half-reading when she heard Schrodinger call. Corrine had given her, Lily and Jack a choice that morning: they could stay at the Barretts’ house and play, or they could go to the bookstore and hang out with Molly. As …
“So that was the last one, and they’re all delivered,” Drew said, dropping the order forms on the island. “Sarah said to tell you that you are amazing.” Molly smiled up at him. “She says that every year.” “That’s because you do something amazing with gingerbread every year,” Drew replied, kissing the tip …
“I can’t wait to see what everyone else is wearing!” Zoey told her mother as they walked up the steps to CrossWinds Books. “I’ve never been to a ball before!” “Me either,” Donna admitted. “Have you, Peter?” “Nope,” he said. “But it sounds like it’s going to be fun – all my customers …
“Schrodinger, Jack, did you want some tea?” Molly leaned her head out of the kitchen and looked at the two of them as they snoozed by the wood stove. There had been fitful spits of snow all day, and the cold (a thank you from Old Man Winter, Molly was sure) had kept most people …
“What do you think it will tell us today?” Zoey asked the others, as they went in through the back door of CrossWinds Books. It was cold out, colder than it had been, and the sky promised snow later. “I don’t know,” Lily replied. “Maybe something to do with the Snow Queen?” She hugged …
