By Hennie VanVelsen
From Peg Cochran’s Cranberry Cove series
I am very particular about how Gumdrops is kept. Gerda—that’s my identical twin sister—and I make sure we’ve swept the floor and dusted the shelves every night before we go home to our pot of erwtensoep—split pea soup—that’s simmering on the stove.
“Gerda, do be careful on that stepladder,” I shouted as my sister strained to reach a top shelf to straighten some jars of root beer barrels.
Sometimes I get a little impatient with Gerda and I don’t mean to, but despite looking exactly alike, we are slightly different, you see. Gerda is much more given to worrying and fretting and indecision than I am.
“I’m fine,” Gerda said, stepping down off the ladder. “Where is Midnight?”
Midnight is our cat. She’s black from the tip of her nose to the tip of her tail. She keeps the shop free of mice during the day and sleeps soundly on Gerda’s bed at night.
Gerda stood by the window looking out onto Beach Hollow Road. She turned to me with a smile on her face.
“I see Greg is closing up Book ‘Em for the night and Monica is with him. I wonder if they are going out to dinner? I smell a romance.”
I snorted in a rather unladylike fashion. “Romance? It’s been going on right under your nose for months now.”
Gerda turned to me with a surprised expression on her face. “Really?”
I nodded. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they got married soon.”
“Wouldn’t that be lovely?’’ Gerda clasped her hands to her chest. “A wedding at Sassamanash Farms!”
“That would be lovely,” I agreed, picturing the scene—a tent out by the cranberry bogs. Maybe in spring when the bogs are carpeted with delicate pink flowers waving in the breeze. “It’s the perfect spot for a wedding.”
Don’t you agree? Neither Gerda nor I ever married, but I love weddings outdoors under tents—simple and unpretentious.
How about you? What would be your favorite spot for a wedding?
Does Greg finally propose to Monica? You’ll find out in
Dead and Berried coming in May!