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“Yes. We’ve had people from the Canadian mountain rescue team giving us avalanche training.” Posy tucked the empty tray under her arm. “The whole community will be pleased to hear that we didn’t disgrace ourselves.”
“I hear your long-term tenant volunteered to be a body.”
“He did, and Bonnie had no trouble finding him.” Posy didn’t bother asking where she’d heard it. Jean was married to the leader of the mountain rescue team, but even if she hadn’t been, the gossip still would have spread. It was the reason Posy was reluctant to have a relationship with anyone locally. She’d done that once, and it had been a disaster. She and Callum were back on speaking terms now, but for years they’d done nothing but glare whenever they’d passed each other, which in a village the size of Glensay was often.
“I wouldn’t have had a hard time finding him, either. There are some folks I’d happily leave under the snow, but that man isn’t one of them. I’d dig him out with my bare hands.” Moira gave a laugh and Posy smiled as she cleared plates from an unoccupied table nearby.
“Moira Dodds, that is the dirtiest laugh I have ever heard. Shame on you.”
Moira sliced into the brownie. “All your girls will be home for Christmas this year, Suzanne?”
“That’s right.” Suzanne wrote a label for the St. Clement’s cake she’d baked that morning. “It’s great Hannah is able to make it.”
Great that her sister had found time in her busy life to finally remember she had a family.
Posy realized she was grinding her teeth and made a conscious effort to relax her jaw. If she ground her teeth every time she thought of her sister, she’d be reduced to chewing her Christmas lunch with her gums.
Jean beamed at Posy. “I bet you can’t wait to see your big sister again.”
Posy beamed back, although it took some effort.
She knew that by the end of it she’d want to drive her sister to the airport early.
Beth would come bearing gifts and goodwill. She’d willingly help with everything and anything.
Hannah would bring emotional turmoil.
Memories of Christmas past grew
in Posy’s mind.
There had been the year Hannah had barely left her room except to eat a Christmas lunch that other people had prepared. And the year she’d spent most of the time in the café, not helping as Beth had done, but availing herself of the free Wi-Fi, which was unreliable in the lodge.
Posy didn’t really understand what it was her sister did. The conversations she’d overheard might as well have been conducted in a foreign language. She knew nothing about strategy, economics or five-year plans, but evidently her sister did and people were prepared to pay a great deal for her expertise.
Posy found Hannah a little intimidating, but the root of the problem was that her sister hurt her feelings. Posy was naturally affectionate and Hannah was distant with her.
Jean and Moira went back to their coffee and chat, and Posy strode into the small kitchen and started making up lunch items with Duncan, their chef.
“Today is curried parsnip and winter vegetable.” Duncan pointed to the board and she nodded.
“Got it.” Every day in the café they offered two soups, and they changed daily so that regular visitors didn’t end up eating the same thing.
Posy loved chopping vegetables. There was nothing like attacking something with a sharp knife to let off aggression.
Damn Hannah, she thought as she slaughtered a helpless onion. This year she wasn’t going to let herself be upset. She wasn’t going to be sensitive.
The parsnips suffered the same fate as the onion, as did the potatoes.
Duncan glanced across at her. “Promise me if I ever annoy you, you’ll tell me before you reach for the knife.”
“You have my word on it.” She’d been Duncan’s babysitter when she was a teenager, so seeing him working in the kitchen always made her feel old.
Her life was slipping through her fingers. At this rate she’d still be here when she was ninety, taking the minibus to the store.
With a sigh, she dropped the vegetables into the pot.
She would rather have been climbing a rock face than cooking, but her work as a mountain guide was sporadic, and working in the café brought in an income, as well as helping her mother. It was a family business, and family was everything to Posy. It was a warm blanket on a cold day, a safety net when you fell, a chorus of support when you attempted something hard.
