24
Snow
‘Hi, Bonnie,’ Len said, smiling as she pulled up a stool and sat down. ‘I was beginning to think you weren’t coming back.’
Bonnie smiled. ‘I’m afraid I decided to stay after all. Here, I brought you these.’ She reached into a bag at her feet and pulled out a paper bag and a sealed plastic container.
‘What have you got for me?’
She pushed the paper bag across the bar. ‘A present. A fresh batch of marshmallows.’ She grinned. ‘Try them and tell me I’m not getting better.’
‘They were fantastic before.’
‘Ah, last time I had the sugar content totally wrong, and I didn’t whisk the egg enough so it tasted more like a lump of plastic than a marshmallow.’
‘I thought they tasted great.’
‘You’re just being nice.’
‘My son was visiting, so I gave one to him, and he said the same,’ Len
