There's Something About Christmas. Debbie Macomber
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Название: There's Something About Christmas
Автор: Debbie Macomber
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: MIRA
isbn: 9781474045162
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“You don’t need to do that.” Earleen shook her head. “I’ll drive you. It’s not far and I have errands I need to run, anyway.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course I am. It’s my pleasure.”
Emma smiled her gratitude. She already knew that Walt wasn’t going to reimburse her for any taxi fare, and it was too close to the end of the month for unnecessary spending on her part.
Earleen backed her twenty-year-old Subaru out of the garage and Emma got inside. The contrast between the interior of Earleen’s vehicle and the furnace company van was noteworthy in itself.
Ten minutes later, Earleen dropped Emma at the airport and after a few words of farewell, drove off.
As soon as Emma climbed out of the Subaru, Oliver came from the building next to the hangar, with Oscar trotting behind him.
“You done?”
Emma nodded absently, wondering how to structure her article on Earleen. Start with her childhood or her wedding or—
“How’d it go?” he asked, interrupting her thoughts.
She stared at him, eyes narrowed. “In case you didn’t know it, men can be real scum.”
To her surprise, Oliver grinned. “You’re going to have even more reason to think so when you hear what I’ve got to say.”
This didn’t sound promising. “You’d better tell me,” she said.
Oliver buried his hands in his pockets. “Blame me if you want, but it won’t make any difference. We’re grounded.”
“Grounded?” She blinked. “What does that mean?”
“We’re grounded,” he repeated. “Because of the weather. We’re stuck in Yakima.”
Earleen’s Masterpiece Fruitcake
2 cups sugar
1 cup butter
2 1/2 cups applesauce
2 eggs, beaten
2 cups raisins
2 cups walnuts, chopped
4 cups flour
1 tsp. salt
1 tbsp. soda
1 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. cloves
1 tsp. nutmeg
2 tsp. cinnamon
2 pounds candied dried fruit mix
1 1/2 cups chopped dates
Cream sugar and butter. Add beaten eggs and applesauce. Mix flour, salt, spices, soda and baking powder, then gradually add to other ingredients. Mix well. Blend in candied fruit, dates, raisins and nuts. Mixture will be stiff. Bake in 325-degree oven in two loaf pans for one hour.
Cool and remove fruitcake from pans. Cut a piece of cheesecloth to fit and soak in 1/2 cup rum or brandy. Pour any remaining alcohol over the fruitcake. Wrap fruitcake in cheesecloth and then cellophane, followed by aluminum foil. Store in refrigerator for up to three months.
“This is a bad joke—isn’t it?” Emma cried. “Oh, please tell me it’s a joke.”
“Sorry.”
From his darkening scowl, Emma could see he wasn’t pleased about this turn of events, either. He’d obviously enjoyed giving her the bad news but he wasn’t grinning anymore. A delay probably affected his bottom line. Oscar sat down next to Oliver and stared up at him confidently. She’d heard somewhere that a man was always a hero to his dog; that was certainly the case with poor deluded Oscar.
“I mentioned the weather earlier, remember?” Hamilton said.
Emma had forgotten that. Her afternoon muscle relaxant was ready to be swallowed, and she was glad she hadn’t taken it yet. “What are we supposed to do now?”
“Wait it out. We could find ways to entertain ourselves.”
This was exactly the kind of comment she expected from Flyboy. And was that a wink? “In your dreams,” she snapped.
“Do you have any other brilliant suggestions?”
Emma wished she did.
“We might be able to get out late this afternoon, but I wouldn’t count on it.” He raised his eyes to study the heavily clouded sky. “There’s a snowstorm in the mountains and it’s heading in our direction. The clouds don’t concern me as much as the problem with icing.”
Emma wasn’t sure what that meant; she had her own problems. “I’ve got an article to write,” she murmured, biting her lower lip. Walt had wanted the first piece written as quickly as possible. Earleen Williams had been a great interview, but Emma still hadn’t decided exactly what slant she should take. She needed time to study her notes and think over their conversation.
Oliver nodded glumly. “To tell you the truth, I’m not thrilled about sitting around here all day, twiddling my thumbs.”
Emma realized he could’ve left after making his delivery if he hadn’t been waiting for her. She felt bad about that. She’d been less than gracious. “Are you hungry?” she asked.
“Why?” His voice was suspicious.
“I was being friendly.” She glanced across the street at a café. Several letters in the neon sign had burned out. It’d once read MINNIE’S PLACE but now said MI…CE. This wasn’t exactly an enticement, but Emma’s stomach was growling. It was past noon and all she’d had to eat was a small slice of liquor-drenched—and quite delicious—fruitcake.
“Are you offering to buy me lunch?”
Emma mentally calculated how much cash she had with her. “All right, as long as you don’t order anything over five dollars.”
Oliver grinned. “You’ve got yourself a date.”
“This isn’t a date.”
“Sure it is,” he said. “One day I’ll tell our children you asked me out first.”
“One more remark like that, and you can buy your own lunch.”
Oliver chuckled. “I wasn’t trying to be funny.”
“Yeah, right.”
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