Empress of Ireland by Conner Jennifer

Author:Conner, Jennifer
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Published: 2014-06-18T16:00:00+00:00

Laila stood beside the elderly woman for the next eight hours as they cooked and laughed. When she finally came back out into the pub, it was almost eight.

Alasdair looked guilty as she approached him as though he must have thought she’d be angry about how she’d spent her day. She slid the plate in her hand on the bar in front of him.

“The last thing you should be doing is feeding me. I should be the one taking you out to a four-star restaurant in gratitude for your help. It was busy for a Monday.” He lifted his fork. “What is this?”

“Pork loin with winter fruit and port sauce. I told you I’d come up with a dish to use up all that overage on.”

As she sat and pulled off her apron, he sliced off a chuck and took a bite.

“This is… incredible,” he said over a full mouth of food.

“I told you I can cook.” She grinned. “But in the kitchen, it’s your grandma who’s amazing. She’s like that bunny in the TV commercials. She just goes and goes.”

“She’s always been like that.” Alasdair looked back toward the kitchen. “When Grandfather died, I thought she’d lost a little of that spark. She misses him greatly, but I think she’s also the kind of person who needs to stay busy to keep alive and her mind active. She may be eighty-six in her body, but in her mind, she’s still twenty-six. If God grants me that long of a life, I can see myself being like her. I can’t rot watching the telly night after night. I need to stay active.” He looked at her. “I know it meant a lot to her to have you back there with her.”

“I should be thanking you. You can’t believe how much I learned.”

“For doing this today, I owe you the world.”

“I’ll pass on the whole world, but I will take a pint of your famous beer.” Laila sighed, kicked off her shoes and rubbed the arch of her foot with her thumbs.

“Only in Ireland for a day and already asking for the black stuff. It’s much better here. Unpasteurized. And their reps come every few weeks to clean the lines.” He stepped behind the bar, drew the beer down into the glass, poured off the foam and then filled it to the top. He set it in front of her. “See for yourself.”

Laila lifted the glass and took a sip. “It tastes like chocolate, no coffee… oh heck, it’s just good.” She licked the rich foam from the beer off her upper lip.

“You and your trying to figure out ingredients. With this beer, there are many flavors—coffee, chocolate, barley, and roasted nuts. Each person claims they taste something different.” He looked past her and out the leaded glass pane windows of the pub. “I know the sun’s gone down, but the last time I looked, it’s not bucketing like last night. Gran has a closet full of wellies in different sizes.

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