Page 59 of The Winter of Second Chances
Annie mentally kicked herself for not reading Mari’s notebook recently. With a jolt, she realised Halloween was just around the corner.
‘Well, I’ll see what I can do,’ said Annie. ‘I wouldn’t want to ruin a time-honoured tradition!’
‘Annie, you’re amazing!’ cooed Gemma. ‘Everyone will be so pleased!’
Annie smiled down the phone and wondered what the hell it was she was going to have to do.
When the last cake was stashed in the chiller, Annie wrapped a sandwich in foil and left it on the table just in case Alfred spent the night. She also wrote him a note inviting him to come along tomorrow for the opening, promising free coffee as payment for all the work he’d done. She had been worrying that Alfred might feel he couldn’t sleep in the old tea room now it was reopening. It was important to her that he should still feel welcome, but equally he was a proud man; the merest hint of charity or pity on her part would push him away. She tucked the note under the sandwich, and then with one last look of satisfaction around the place she headed up to bed.
The weather looked like it would hold. It was definitely chilly – you could smell the cold in the air, fresh and clean – but the sky was lapis blue and the cotton-wool clouds were the pure white friendly kind. Alex and Peter had messaged to wish her luck; Alex late last night – no chance he would be up early after a night out – and Peter this morning after his run. Max had sent her a passive-aggressive text asking her to respect their years in business together by not using recipes she had designed for The Pomegranate Seed.
Annie opened the kiosk early as usual and, to her surprise, Alfred came to wish her luck.
‘Why don’t you stay for the festivities?’ Annie asked as she made him an extra-large latte with four sugars.
‘I’m not keen on crowds,’ said Alfred.
‘Well, so long as you know that you’re welcome,’ said Annie, not wanting to push it.
‘I’ll be up at Maeve’s place all day, sorting the guttering.’
‘I’m surprised Maeve doesn’t fix her own guttering,’ Annie laughed.
‘It’s about the only thing she won’t do. She doesn’t like heights. Otherwise she probably would. But then I’d be out of a good pie and mash supper.’
‘She’s a very capable woman,’ said Annie.
Alfred grunted.
‘Built like a shire horse and just as pig-headed. I appreciate the snacks you leave out for me,’ said Alfred, changing the subject. His voice was gruff, hoarse from lack of use.
‘It’s no bother,’ said Annie.
‘You don’t have to do it just because Mari did.’
‘I know. I like to. And besides, you help me with the garden and you were a godsend getting this place ready, so it’s payment for services rendered.’
Alfred made a sort of growl that might have been an agreement. Annie handed him his coffee.
‘Thank you. You make very good coffee.’
‘Thank you. You are always welcome to stop for a morning coffee before you disappear off on your daily travels,’ said Annie.
‘I push off early,’ he replied. Annie knew this to be true; she almost never met Alfred in the mornings, even when she came down to watch the sunrise.
‘Well, if you’re ever running late and need a caffeine pick-me-up, please do.’
By half past nine people were starting to gather in the general Saltwater Nook area. Emily and a couple of others held placards which readSAVE SALTWATER NOOKbut they were quietly respectful in their dissent.
Soon, there was a bigger crowd than Annie could have foreseen, and she began to worry about how she was going to cope if all these people stayed for coffee. Pam had to shout to be heard above the crowd when she made her speech, before cutting the ribbon across the door with due pomp and ceremony.
‘I now declare The Saltwater Cafe open!’
A cheer went up.
‘I think I speak for everyone here when I say we are delighted that Annie, with Mari’s blessing, has decided to make Saltwater Nook an active part of our community once more.’
More cheering. And then someone piped up: ‘Come on then, get that coffee machine humming!’
