Decadent Demise by Stephanie Damore

Author:Stephanie Damore [Damore, Stephanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pink Sapphire Press
Published: 2018-11-13T06:00:00+00:00

4

Amelia was a godsend. The fact that she was an experienced waitress was just the icing on the cake. Amelia refilled coffee cups, cleared tables, and greeted everyone with a smile while Ellen managed the till and I kept the baked goods stocked and the coffee pots full. We were a well-oiled machine, and it was only our first day working together.

Around nine o'clock, when there wasn't a line, Amelia joined me in the kitchen. I was about to start mixing up the last batch of pumpkin pie filling.

Milo was perched on his favorite spot. He looked up at her when she entered.

"Who's this little fellow?" Amelia asked, walking over to my brown tabby.

Milo looked up at Amelia without lifting his head.

"That's Milo. He's our resident kitty. Just don't let my sister know."

Amelia looked confused.

"She's a deputy and is mighty fond of the rules."

"Oh," Amelia replied. I still wasn't sure if she got it.

"She'd fine us herself if she spotted Milo in the kitchen, even though he never steps a paw over the threshold."

"Oh, well, then he’s a smart boy," Amelia cooed, scratching Milo’s head.

"That he is. So what can I do for you?" I asked. I had a feeling Amelia followed me back for a reason.

"I just wanted to say thank you so much for the job. You've totally been a lifesaver," she said, her attention still on Milo.

"I don't know about that. Ellen and I are so thankful to have you on board. We were drowning here."

"No, you don't understand. It's not that I'm not grateful for my mom—she seriously is a huge help—but the three of us, soon to be four, living in her little two-bedroom house? Well, it isn't gonna cut it for too long."

I noticed Amelia didn't include her husband in the equation. Even without him, Amelia was right. Margaret's house was on the small side.

"Plus being right here just off of M-22? I don't like the thought of my babies playing by such a busy road," Amelia continued.

"Yeah, I wouldn't like that either," I replied.

"Hopefully, I'll be able to save up and get my own apartment soon," Amelia said. She sounded so optimistic, I didn't have the heart to tell her that there wasn't any affordable housing nearby. Especially if she still wanted to live close to her mom, which I had a feeling she did since Margaret was helping her with childcare.

"Anyway, thanks again," Amelia said. "I won't let you down."

"I have no doubt in that." Amelia had already proven herself.

"I'm going to get back to work."

"Sounds good. I'll be here finishing this up. Call back if you need me before I'm done."

"Will do."

I got to work mixing together the fresh pumpkin, evaporated milk, brown sugar, eggs, and cinnamon. I added a pinch of nutmeg and ginger at the end. The smooth orange filling came together nicely. I was just about to roll out the reserved dough and use a cookie cutter to stamp out some leaves and acorns to decorate the tops of the pies when my sister strolled in through the back door.

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