A Fistful of Lollies
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Simon Jeffries met Josefina Rutherford in first grade when she stole his Halloween candy — at least that's how he remembers it. Nobody disputes that he escalated the candy war that Christmas with a fiendish plot involving a hollow chocolate Santa, soapy dishwater, and a Sharpie. Twenty-some years later he's moving back to their hometown, about to deliver the final blow in a lifelong battle.
Josie Rutherford loves candy, all kinds of candy, and although her tastes became more sophisticated as she reached adulthood and took over the family shop, she still feels no shame in eating a cheap bar of chocolate from the corner store. Until she learns that Caldecutt, a national manufacturer of bland chocolate and over-sweet caramels, is opening its first retail storefront in her town, right across from her store. She has no doubt that their low prices and familiar selection will drive her business of handmade, high-quality sweets to an early death.
To make matters worse, Simon's back in town to oversee the opening. They'd done some horrible things to each other over the years, she can admit that, but this is far worse than even the dirtiest tricks they came up with in college. But the connection they forged through rivalry still exists, and even blossoms as they meet again.
It all comes to a head on Halloween, when Josie lets a freezing Simon into her home and the world gets a bit more interesting.
Cheryl S Rosbak
Cheryl S Rosbak has lived in twelve cities in three countries and has worked as a research assistant in computational linguistics, a stable hand, a special needs teacher, and a film extra, in that order. She currently lives in Ontario, Canada, and is on the Board of Directors of the Toronto Romance Writers.
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A Fistful of Lollies - Cheryl S Rosbak
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Josie and Simon would argue about that day in first grade for the rest of their lives together.
Details they agreed on:
It was Halloween
Simon's candy went missing
Details in dispute:
Josie stole Simon's candy
Even at the time Josie claimed innocence: it wasn't stealing if the candy was sitting beside the bowl the teacher set out for anyone to take from. And she didn't profit from it; she gave it to her twin sister, Bianca, who had dropped all hers in the snow. That's what you were supposed to do at Halloween, give candy to people. How was she to know it belonged to the new kid? And anyway, he'd called her a peepee head, which was way worse.
Several lectures from teachers and parents and two forced apologies later, everyone thought the matter was settled.
It wasn't, and wouldn't be for another twenty-five years.
Bianca! Where's that praline?
Cooling!
Josie could barely hear her sister over the whump of the heating coming on for the first time that fall. The temperature had dropped far and fast the previous day, and Josie couldn't put off turning on the furnace in the building any longer or her candies—and her tenants—would suffer.
The old furnace would need to be replaced soon. When her dad replaced it the last time he went for the cheapest option, just like everything else in his life. He'd almost lost the shop when his customers noticed the drop in quality, but Josie had won them back when she took over. They knew her and trusted that she remembered how things used to be.
She did remember. She remembered how it felt to sit in the kitchen and watch her grandfather and her mother stretch molten sugar to make peppermint sticks. She remembered the first time she and her sister were allowed to make little marzipan mice for the Christmas window display. She remembered all the different scents of the shop, anise and lemon, cinnamon and chocolate, burnt sugar and scorched pine nuts. The good and the bad, she loved them all.
Some of the customers she didn't love. I'm sorry, Mrs Davidson, the praline will be another fifteen minutes or so. Can I get you a cup of coffee while you wait?
They didn't sell coffee—Caramella wasn't a café—but sometimes a cup from their personal stash went a long way toward appeasing annoyed customers.
Mrs Davidson scowled at her, but nodded and stood aside for the next customer. Josie handed the counter over to Bianca, who appeared just in time, and retreated to the kitchen to pour two coffees from the fresh pot. Despite her manner, Mrs Davidson was one of their best customers, regularly buying pounds of marzipan, praline, and marshmallow for her cake shop across town. They had a deal and neither sister was going to jeopardize it for the sake of pride.
The second cup was for Josie herself. She took a moment at the kitchen window which looked out, not into an alley as you might expect, but over the Mill River. Three generations of her family had enjoyed this view – her mother had grown up in this very building, in the upper-floor apartment where Josie now lived. Josie's strongest point of pride wasn't her business degree, or the month she spent studying at a French confiserie. Her greatest pride was keeping her grandfather's shop running and bringing it back to the quality he'd insisted on.
She finished her coffee and checked the praline. It was cool enough to process into the small shards Mrs Davidson had ordered, and soon Josie had it packaged up neatly to take out to her. Bianca flashed her a grateful smile when she handed it over, and the shop regained its peace.
Seven other things needed to be done in the kitchen, and an hour later Josie was carefully laying hot tuiles over molds to cool when Bianca came in. I don't know how you do that,
Bianca said for hundredth time. You must have cast iron hands.
The trick is to do it quickly.
I just drop them if I try that.
Josie shrugged and laid down the last tuile. It's just practice. But you have better things to do.
Bianca was still in school, in the last year of a Master's in chemistry. While Josie had come away from her grandfather's kitchen with a love for combining flavours, Bianca had put everything under a microscope to examine its structure. Josie made candy using recipes and instinct, but Bianca could explain the exact crystalline differences between soft ball and hard ball stage. She just didn't, anymore, because Josie started tuning her out ages ago.
Bianca moaned in reply. I've got a thing due tomorrow. Can you handle the rest of the afternoon without me?
She was already taking off her apron before Josie could answer.
Sure. I just have to do the candied citrus.
Call me if you get slammed when school lets out.
Their best business of the day, by cost at least, came from the elementary school down the street. When classes let out they were flooded with kids, some to spend money, some to just look, but even the browsers eventually came back with a parent to buy. Later on came the teachers, looking for a little something to sweeten a hard day. Every once in a while it would be a parent in the morning, looking for a last minute gift for a favoured (or overworked) teacher. Greg Nichol, whose son was reportedly a hellraiser, came in monthly for a box of fruit jellies.
Josie freely admitted that the kids were her favourite customers. They never hesitated to ask what something was, and their reactions ranged from excitement to outright disgust. It was refreshing, a change from the usual customers who either stuck to old habits and ignored anything new, or who pretended they knew more than she did and refused to take advice. There was very little snobbery involved with the kids; in fact, many of them were better behaved than her adult customers. And every once in a while there would be that one child who wanted to know how the chocolate covering stayed on, or how she got the sugar to look like that, and those were the best. For them Josie was considering offering a few classes on candy-making in the summer. She needed to work it around Bianca's schedule, though, because no way could she manage on her own.
While the citrus peels were cooling in their syrup she put up the back in five minutes
sign and hopped over to the sandwich shop two doors up. She usually brought lunch down with her, but she hadn't had time to go grocery shopping this week. She rarely bothered to make sandwiches as good as theirs anyway. Unfortunately, her personal budget didn't allow the indulgence often enough.
The phone was ringing when she got back and she barely answered it in time.
Jo-Jo!
Their cousin Abby was the only person who still called her that, and even though Josie hated it she said nothing because it meant at least she didn't have to ask who was calling. All the women in the family had similar voices and calling could be a nightmare of polite hedging if one person didn't identify herself. Guess what?
Josie already knew