from Peg Cochran's Cranberry Cove series
I pulled my car up to the curb in front of the drugstore in downtown Cranberry Cove. Baskets overflowing with pink flowers hung from the old-fashioned gaslights and every store had a planter out front filled with blooms in pastel hues.
I got out of the car and locked it. The scent of bacon frying drifted down the street from the open door of the Cranberry Cove Diner and I realized that I hadn’t had any breakfast yet. I’d been in too much of a hurry to get into town, run my errands and then get back to Sassamanash Farm to bake more muffins, scones and coffee cakes for the farm store.
I paused at the threshold to the drugstore to let my eyes adjust to the dimmer interior light.
A familiar figure was standing in front of the news rack at the front of the store, thumbing through a magazine.
“Hello,” I said, tapping her on the shoulder.
“Oh,” Hennie VanVelsen said, turning around.
Hennie is one of a pair of elderly identical twins who run the local candy shop, Gumdrops.
“What’s that you’re reading?”
A slow flush crept from Hennnie’s neck to her forehead. She held out the magazine.
“Tinsel Town? Isn’t that gossip about all the stars?” I had trouble hiding my surprise.
“It is. And I’m afraid it’s one of Gerda’s and my guilty pleasures.” Hennie closed the magazine and put it back on the rack. She gestured toward the cover. “Although Gerda and I don’t know who half the people are anymore. Not like in the old days when you had the likes of Clark Gable, Bette Davis and Barbara Stanwyck.”
I laughed. “That’s certainly true.”
Hennie gave a little sigh. “I’m embarrassed that you’ve discovered our little secret.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “Everyone needs their guilty pleasures.”
I said good-bye to Hennie and thought about our discussion. I really needed some guilty pleasures of my own. How about you? What are your guilty pleasures?
Catch up with Monica and the rest of Cranberry Cove in Berried Secrets and Berry the Hatchet.