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Authors: Cathy Cassidy
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not just the Gazette !’
‘We look great!’ Cherry says. ‘Like proper sisters!’
‘We are proper sisters,’ I tell her. ‘Definitely.’
It was only a few months ago, but in that picture we look happy, hopeful and together, in a way we really haven’t been since. Honey’s wavy golden hair is still waist-length, glinting in the light. Back then she still had Shay, of course – or thought she did. And Dad wasn’t living on the other side of the planet. It’s not just Honey either – Summer and I are grinning, leaning against each other. There were no fallouts, no secrets, and no broken promises between us back then.
‘It’s great publicity,’ Mum is saying. ‘And the write-up is just as good as the photos … it talks about the truffles being handmade, and the boxes handpainted. Best of all, it says they taste amazing!’
‘Well, they do!’ I shrug. ‘They’re awesome!’
Paddy finishes clearing up the broken plates and comes over to join us, his smile a mile wide.
‘Pure brilliant,’ he says in his soft Glaswegian accent. ‘The feature mentions it all – the B&B, the chocolate business – and lists all the websites too! The Chocolate Festival got the business off to a good start, but things have beenpretty quiet since then. This should give us the boost we really need.’
‘I hope so,’ Mum says, grinning. ‘The timing is perfect. This could make our Christmas!’
I’m relieved – I know that Mum and Paddy have been struggling with money. This could really help.
‘I thought those pictures were for the local newspaper, though,’ Cherry says, baffled. ‘The Gazette did a feature ages ago, didn’t they?’
‘The reporter mentioned that she’d like to pitch it to one of the Sunday papers,’ Mum recalls. ‘I didn’t expect anything would actually come of it, though! Can we cope, if we do have lots of orders?’
‘No worries,’ Paddy says. ‘We’ll do it.’
There’s a timid knock, and one of the B&B guests puts his head round the kitchen door.
‘Sorry to interrupt,’ he says. ‘It’s just that we’re still waiting for our bacon and eggs!’
Mum’s hands fly up to her face. ‘I dropped it!’ she admits. ‘It was the shock! I’m so sorry … I’ll be right with you.’
She runs over to the fridge and pulls out fresh supplies,while Paddy shows the bemused guest the Sunday supplement magazine and sends him back into the guest breakfast room clutching it. By the time Mum has produced two more cooked breakfasts and a round of toast, Paddy has headed off to the village to buy more copies of the newspaper.
I take the guest breakfasts through – better late than never.
After that, business really does start to pick up. Orders flood in, by mail, by phone, by email. People stop us in the street and ask if we can do them a special box of truffles for a birthday or anniversary, and Paddy is spending long hours in the workshop making sure the orders are filled and ready to send out. We still have some handpainted boxes left over from the Chocolate Festival, but Mum is working on a new range for the Christmas orders.
Cherry and Honey get lots of comments at the high school, and people keep telling Honey she should be a model. She dumps Alex, the motorbike boy, for an arty Year Twelve lad who wants to photograph her for his portfolio. She has such a hectic social life that it’s starting to feel like she is one of the B&B guests, only not quite as friendly and much less likely to appear for breakfast. We hardly ever see her.
Even at Exmoor Park Middle School, Summer, Coco and I are minor celebrities, for a few days at least. We are not the Tanberry sisters any more – we are the Chocolate Box Girls, and there are lots of jokes about tutus and fairy wings.
The teachers get in on the act too, and Paddy sends in a big box of sample chocolates for the staffroom. By the end of the day we have taken seven new orders. Mr Wolfe orders a box for his girlfriend, which makes
‘We look great!’ Cherry says. ‘Like proper sisters!’
‘We are proper sisters,’ I tell her. ‘Definitely.’
It was only a few months ago, but in that picture we look happy, hopeful and together, in a way we really haven’t been since. Honey’s wavy golden hair is still waist-length, glinting in the light. Back then she still had Shay, of course – or thought she did. And Dad wasn’t living on the other side of the planet. It’s not just Honey either – Summer and I are grinning, leaning against each other. There were no fallouts, no secrets, and no broken promises between us back then.
‘It’s great publicity,’ Mum is saying. ‘And the write-up is just as good as the photos … it talks about the truffles being handmade, and the boxes handpainted. Best of all, it says they taste amazing!’
‘Well, they do!’ I shrug. ‘They’re awesome!’
Paddy finishes clearing up the broken plates and comes over to join us, his smile a mile wide.
‘Pure brilliant,’ he says in his soft Glaswegian accent. ‘The feature mentions it all – the B&B, the chocolate business – and lists all the websites too! The Chocolate Festival got the business off to a good start, but things have beenpretty quiet since then. This should give us the boost we really need.’
‘I hope so,’ Mum says, grinning. ‘The timing is perfect. This could make our Christmas!’
I’m relieved – I know that Mum and Paddy have been struggling with money. This could really help.
‘I thought those pictures were for the local newspaper, though,’ Cherry says, baffled. ‘The Gazette did a feature ages ago, didn’t they?’
‘The reporter mentioned that she’d like to pitch it to one of the Sunday papers,’ Mum recalls. ‘I didn’t expect anything would actually come of it, though! Can we cope, if we do have lots of orders?’
‘No worries,’ Paddy says. ‘We’ll do it.’
There’s a timid knock, and one of the B&B guests puts his head round the kitchen door.
‘Sorry to interrupt,’ he says. ‘It’s just that we’re still waiting for our bacon and eggs!’
Mum’s hands fly up to her face. ‘I dropped it!’ she admits. ‘It was the shock! I’m so sorry … I’ll be right with you.’
She runs over to the fridge and pulls out fresh supplies,while Paddy shows the bemused guest the Sunday supplement magazine and sends him back into the guest breakfast room clutching it. By the time Mum has produced two more cooked breakfasts and a round of toast, Paddy has headed off to the village to buy more copies of the newspaper.
I take the guest breakfasts through – better late than never.
After that, business really does start to pick up. Orders flood in, by mail, by phone, by email. People stop us in the street and ask if we can do them a special box of truffles for a birthday or anniversary, and Paddy is spending long hours in the workshop making sure the orders are filled and ready to send out. We still have some handpainted boxes left over from the Chocolate Festival, but Mum is working on a new range for the Christmas orders.
Cherry and Honey get lots of comments at the high school, and people keep telling Honey she should be a model. She dumps Alex, the motorbike boy, for an arty Year Twelve lad who wants to photograph her for his portfolio. She has such a hectic social life that it’s starting to feel like she is one of the B&B guests, only not quite as friendly and much less likely to appear for breakfast. We hardly ever see her.
Even at Exmoor Park Middle School, Summer, Coco and I are minor celebrities, for a few days at least. We are not the Tanberry sisters any more – we are the Chocolate Box Girls, and there are lots of jokes about tutus and fairy wings.
The teachers get in on the act too, and Paddy sends in a big box of sample chocolates for the staffroom. By the end of the day we have taken seven new orders. Mr Wolfe orders a box for his girlfriend, which makes
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