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armchair. “That’s cute. Sure, I can give you the lowdown on a no-frills wedding. What do you want to know?”
Liza sat down on one of the love seats. “Everything.”
Molly looked as if she might laugh again, then noticed the serious expression on Liza’s face.
“No problem. I’ll tell you everything I know and believe me, it’s not rocket science.”
“Do I look like I think it is?”
“Yeah, you do,” Molly said bluntly. “That’s okay. I felt the same way when I first got into this business and let me tell you, there were some real disasters.” She smiled at the memories.
“But you just have to feel the fear and let that box of canaries—which should have been white doves—loose anyway. Know what I mean?”
“I do,” Liza replied. “Were they really canaries?”
“Yes, they were. And they were not trained properly and never came back. That was an extra cost we had to swallow.” Molly grinned again, then picked up the folder Liza had left on the low table. “So what’s this? Some ideas?” Molly started looking at the pages. “Oh, nice. Let’s start here. . . . ”
The two women talked for more than an hour, with Molly giving Liza a clear idea of what was possible and what was flat-out insane. Liza made notes all the while. They walked through the inn and out to the garden where Jennifer wanted the ceremony and then circled the entire property. Molly agreed that the inn was a work in-progress but didn’t rule it out as too much of a construction site.
She seemed to take Daniel’s position. “Hey, if the bride and groom don’t see the drawbacks, why point them out? You know what they say, Liza, ‘love is blind. ’”
That was true, and Jennifer was definitely in love with the idea of being married here.
Molly made suggestions about where a tent might be set up and how many tables it would hold and where a catering truck might park.
“I’m not saying you have to hire me just because I’m a friend of Audrey’s. But I can give you some information on the kind of food we can supply and the cost, and that will give you a ballpark for the bride,” she suggested.
“That would be wonderful,” Liza said honestly. “I’ve been to your shop many times. Everything’s delicious.”
“Well, thanks. But the bride may have another caterer in mind. You said she wants to have the wedding soon?”
“No later than the end of June. About six to seven weeks from now?”
Molly gave a low whistle. “That is fast. But that might be to your advantage,” she pointed out. “Every time the family makes an outrageous request, you can say you’d love to do it, but there isn’t enough time.”
“Good one. I have to remember that line,” Liza said.
Molly had spouted more than a few lines Liza wanted to remember. She had turned out to be a wonderful mentor, the kind of coach you really wanted in your corner.
They came inside again through the back door and found Claire in the kitchen, cooking the chowder. “Molly, I thought that was your truck. How are you, dear?” Claire greeted her.
“Very well, thanks. Good to see you, Claire. I was wondering if you were here today,” Molly replied as she walked over to the older woman and gave her a quick hug.
“Oh, I’m always here. Liza inherited me with the place,” Claire joked.
“One of the many treasures,” Liza noted.
“Indeed she is. I’ve always told her if she ever leaves the inn, she can come cook for me—in a heartbeat.” Molly peered over Claire’s shoulder to check the soup. “What are you making today, fish chowder?”
Claire nodded. “With yams instead of white potatoes or turnips.” She dipped in a spoon and offered Molly a taste.
“What do you think?”
Molly looked skeptical, Liza noticed, but gamely took a taste. Her eyes widened in surprised approval. “Hey, that’s really good. What made you think of that combination? Have you been watching those cooking shows, Claire?”
“Oh, you know those TV chefs
Liza sat down on one of the love seats. “Everything.”
Molly looked as if she might laugh again, then noticed the serious expression on Liza’s face.
“No problem. I’ll tell you everything I know and believe me, it’s not rocket science.”
“Do I look like I think it is?”
“Yeah, you do,” Molly said bluntly. “That’s okay. I felt the same way when I first got into this business and let me tell you, there were some real disasters.” She smiled at the memories.
“But you just have to feel the fear and let that box of canaries—which should have been white doves—loose anyway. Know what I mean?”
“I do,” Liza replied. “Were they really canaries?”
“Yes, they were. And they were not trained properly and never came back. That was an extra cost we had to swallow.” Molly grinned again, then picked up the folder Liza had left on the low table. “So what’s this? Some ideas?” Molly started looking at the pages. “Oh, nice. Let’s start here. . . . ”
The two women talked for more than an hour, with Molly giving Liza a clear idea of what was possible and what was flat-out insane. Liza made notes all the while. They walked through the inn and out to the garden where Jennifer wanted the ceremony and then circled the entire property. Molly agreed that the inn was a work in-progress but didn’t rule it out as too much of a construction site.
She seemed to take Daniel’s position. “Hey, if the bride and groom don’t see the drawbacks, why point them out? You know what they say, Liza, ‘love is blind. ’”
That was true, and Jennifer was definitely in love with the idea of being married here.
Molly made suggestions about where a tent might be set up and how many tables it would hold and where a catering truck might park.
“I’m not saying you have to hire me just because I’m a friend of Audrey’s. But I can give you some information on the kind of food we can supply and the cost, and that will give you a ballpark for the bride,” she suggested.
“That would be wonderful,” Liza said honestly. “I’ve been to your shop many times. Everything’s delicious.”
“Well, thanks. But the bride may have another caterer in mind. You said she wants to have the wedding soon?”
“No later than the end of June. About six to seven weeks from now?”
Molly gave a low whistle. “That is fast. But that might be to your advantage,” she pointed out. “Every time the family makes an outrageous request, you can say you’d love to do it, but there isn’t enough time.”
“Good one. I have to remember that line,” Liza said.
Molly had spouted more than a few lines Liza wanted to remember. She had turned out to be a wonderful mentor, the kind of coach you really wanted in your corner.
They came inside again through the back door and found Claire in the kitchen, cooking the chowder. “Molly, I thought that was your truck. How are you, dear?” Claire greeted her.
“Very well, thanks. Good to see you, Claire. I was wondering if you were here today,” Molly replied as she walked over to the older woman and gave her a quick hug.
“Oh, I’m always here. Liza inherited me with the place,” Claire joked.
“One of the many treasures,” Liza noted.
“Indeed she is. I’ve always told her if she ever leaves the inn, she can come cook for me—in a heartbeat.” Molly peered over Claire’s shoulder to check the soup. “What are you making today, fish chowder?”
Claire nodded. “With yams instead of white potatoes or turnips.” She dipped in a spoon and offered Molly a taste.
“What do you think?”
Molly looked skeptical, Liza noticed, but gamely took a taste. Her eyes widened in surprised approval. “Hey, that’s really good. What made you think of that combination? Have you been watching those cooking shows, Claire?”
“Oh, you know those TV chefs
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