The Baker's Touch
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With love fueling the need for sweet confections, there's always room for romance. Even the anonymous gifts left for Penelope, by a secret admirer, are a welcome distraction from the chaos of chocolate and spongecake.
Penelope Bishop has an idea who's sending the gif
Lynn Chantale
Lynn Chantale resides in southeastern Michigan and she is determined to enjoy all that life has to offer. She has a mad affinity for milk chocolate, old school R & B, and socks. Yes, socks. The crazier and more outrageous the better.She's a multi-published author in ebooks and has recently stepped into the self-publishing world. So far both experiences have been rewarding.
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Acknowledgments
To my editor for your advice and compassion. Thank you for having an open mind. I’d also like to thank the members of the SWFCB for all of their resources and for being a support for those with blindness and visual impairments. You are a continual inspiration. Also, to my dad for the countless phone calls to clarify a detail.
As always, I thank God for the talent and creativity He’s given me.
Chapter One
A small throng of people gathered in the wide tiled foyer. The distant chatter of conversation mingled with soft music and the occasional burst of laughter.
Mr. VIP eyed the small group of people with some hostility. Look at them. So successful and happy at this New Year’s Eve gathering. How dare they be happy when I am struggling. He clenched his hands at the thought.
Didn’t they know his world was falling apart? Didn’t they know he was suffering? Or were they too wrapped up in their own relationships and businesses to notice he had withdrawn more than usual?
They were supposed to be his friends, his colleagues, his support system.
And not one of them noticed.
No. Not when he had stopped bringing his wife around. Nor when he no longer hosted any social gatherings at his home. They hadn’t even noticed he no longer discussed his business, his passion.
They hadn’t noticed anything.
Breathing deep, allowing the rising anger to swell and dissipate enough, he unclenched his hands and exhaled. Once more, he was the calm collected man they all knew him to be.
Has the rest of our group arrived?
said Abigail Anderson. She held the handle of a large, attentive but aging, yellow, English Labrador retriever named Percy.
I think we’re still waiting on Penelope.
Let me grab a quick picture before we move,
Geneva Martin said. She walked a few steps away, her heels clicking on the polished floor. I can’t believe I’m getting a chance to be here,
Geneva gushed. My mom always described the lobby as classy. You know, lots of marble and crystal chandeliers.
Her words snapped out in a feminine voice as she rapidly instructed the person with the camera to tilt the cameral left, then right. The soft click of a shutter snapping followed, echoing off the high ceilings. I can’t wait to post these on my website.
Mr. VIP edged out of the frame. It wouldn’t do for Geneva to capture his image just yet. At least, not right now. He didn’t want to be on her website. And he still couldn’t understand how she made any money reviewing products, posting pictures, and participating in interviews.
He had to admit … she had quite the following. Not only with the sighted, but those with any form of blindness. No matter how he felt about the others, he grudgingly gave Geneva his respect.
She wasn’t like the others who were involved in mixed relationships—a sighted person partnered with a blind person. Like he used to be. No. She had the good sense to marry another visually disabled person.
Mr. VIP surveyed the people in the lobby. None of them sported an afro. The hair was the only identifier he had for Geneva’s husband. If he didn’t see him, Geneva must be here alone tonight. She raised her phone again, and he shifted out of range, putting a stucco column and large potted plant between them.
She reminded him of his daughter, whom he wasn’t allowed to see because of his ex. His ex thought him incompetent because of his failing vision. She didn’t feel that was a problem when she was taking his money, he thought with some bitterness. Those thoughts only re-kindled his anger. And that was another thing he no longer liked about this group. They didn’t act like a bunch of blind people. Blind people were supposed to be helpless and catered to, not going around snapping pictures and running businesses.
Mr. VIP removed his glasses. What had been clear and in focus a moment ago was now blurred and unrecognizable. He polished the thick lenses on a square of cotton before returning them to his face. Once again, he could see, but not like he used to. Without his glasses, people and objects were just little fuzzy blobs of color. At least with the correction, shapes were more discernible, and if he stayed within a ten-foot distance of what he was viewing, his vision was like everyone else’s. Beyond those limits, he was happy just to identify color.
I think I hear Penelope,
Time announced.
Mr. VIP turned and spotted the speaker, Time—an older black man with a shock of silver hair—and allowed his gaze to linger. The matching beard and mustache made it impossible to guess the man’s age. He’d heard Time was a semi-pro wrestler but didn’t put much stock into it. There was no way a man as old as Time could wrestle.
A soft chuckle drew his attention to the entry way. If he moved a little closer…
The woman ran a bakery; how in the world did she draw so many people? Someone was already helping her from her coat while another gushed. He moved beside the column he’d used for shelter a moment ago. And now she was hugging her adoring fans.
Great!
Geneva stated. Now, we can get a picture with everyone.
Mr. VIP nearly snorted aloud. Had Geneva really waited for Penelope? They wouldn’t have waited for him if the roles had been reversed. And Penelope was the worst of them.
A flash of vibrant blue caught his peripheral, and he turned to look. There she is … with her white cane, wide smile, and pretty face. He moved to keep her in sight. She was so independent and worked in her family’s bakery. If that wasn’t enough for him to despise her, she also had a successful boyfriend. All the things he no longer had. It wouldn’t take much to get rid of these people. They will never see it coming.
He swallowed his rising laughter at the joke. He could walk up to any of them right now and…
Penelope Bishop accepted a hug from one of her regular customers. Thank you so much for volunteering tonight, Patsy. This means the world to me.
Patsy patted her hand. Darling, you inspire me. Every time I try to have a pity party, I think of you and your can-do attitude.
Heat flooded her cheeks. If only you knew what it takes to keep that attitude,
she downplayed the compliment.
Patsy laughed. I can only imagine. Now go on. Your friends are waiting for you.
Her footsteps faded on the marble.
Penelope tuned into the bubble of voices, the rich baritone of Time, Geneva’s lilting alto with its slight lisp, Rodney’s quiet tones which always reminded her of a timid professor. Then there was Amelia’s cultured voice and Abigail’s distinctive, but faint New Yorker accent.
It sounds like the gang’s all here,
Penelope sang out. She was glad to be amongst her friends again.
We were just about to take a picture,
a man with a deep rumbling voice announced.
Ah, Geneva must be here with her camera.
Penelope grinned. "It’s so good to see everybody."
I am,
Geneva confirmed. Abigail, Amelia, Rodney, and Time are here too.
The group shuffled as Penelope accepted hugs and well-wishes.
Penelope was a little overwhelmed with the exuberant greetings and was grateful for the reprieve when Abigail pulled her aside.
We really need to do lunch,
Abigail murmured into Penelope’s ear.
Stop by the bakery some time,
Penelope said as she briefly held the other woman’s