Chapter 2“I’M FREEZING MY BUTT off,” Chandelle called across the front yard. “Where have you been?”
“That’s none of your concern,” Luella replied, her voice as cool as the mid-winter air.
“If you’re going to be gallivanting all afternoon, you should at least give me a key. Now our deliveries will all be late, and I’m the one who has to deal with customer complaints.”
“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” Luella grumbled.
Chandelle rose from the front porch stairs. Mistletoe sniffed the long wool coat her parents had given her for Christmas. Chandelle looked sharp, as always. Her plaid scarf and faux-sheepskin hat accentuated the camel colour of her jacket, gloves and boots. If you didn’t look her in the face, you’d take Chandelle for a businesswoman in her twenties or thirties.
