How Sweet It Is (37 page)

She walked to the corner of the group and threw her arms around Mr. Jeffries, who stood stock-still before softening and allowing her to hug him. “I can’t believe you did this,” she told him. “I won’t let you down.”

“Don’t go getting all mushy on me. You got a business to run, girlie. Look alive.”

She stared down at the envelope in her hands, and then looked to her father, who beamed at her proudly, his arm around Jordan. The Tuscanas stood a few feet away, holding a box of pastries purchased from inside.

They were all there.

She decided she better say something. “Thank you so much, everyone. Um…I guess as it turns out, we’re not closing down after all.” She lifted a shoulder and let it drop.

The announcement was met with applause and cheers from the more boisterous individuals. As she moved among the crowd, she was met even more with pledges of support and vows to patronize the shop every day. Wes Broll even offered his Web design services to get her set up for online orders for MollyDollys. She planned to take him up on it.

“Plenty of coffee and cinnamon rolls inside. Step right up!” Eden called out loudly from the steps. Needless to say, the line eventually worked its way down the block.

Molly found her way back to Jordan. “Can you believe this?”

“I can. I told you. You’re the heart and soul of this town, Molly. These people aren’t letting you get away that easily.”

“I guess not.” She surveyed the line happily, full of excitement. She could do cartwheels down Main Street she was on such a high. “I better get in there and get some trays in the oven. We’re going to need more food.”

Jordan gestured with a tilt of her head. “I guess I better get in line.”

Molly tugged on her arm and pulled her into the shop. “Like I’d ever make you wait.”

One Year Later

Jordan stole another glance down the aisle at the faces of her audience. It was absolute torture to sit in a theater while her friends and family watched her film for the first time.

The word nervous was too basic a term.

Sure, it had already done well at the festivals, even picking up a couple of awards here and there, but this was different. Crazy different. These were the people who mattered, and it was their stories she was telling up on that screen.

And, might she add,
sitting still
for eighty-eight minutes while the thing ran was virtually impossible. What she really wanted to do was pace, get out all of that extra energy coursing through her. Or better yet, get a drink and see them all once the whole thing was over.

Picking up on Jordan’s restlessness, Molly placed a calming hand on her knee and offered her a smile. “Relax,” she mouthed.

She nodded, already responding. Molly had a way of resetting her just when she needed it. She had to admit, it was beyond hospitable for the theater to offer a complimentary screening of the documentary for the citizens of Applewood.

A quick glance at the screen told her that the film had less than five minutes remaining. She could do this, she decided. In fact, the ending was her favorite part.

She settled back in her seat as the film cut to the final interview with George and Bobby. This was the denouement, the film’s wrap-up section that tied everything up into a nice neat little bow. Not all films had the luxury of such an ending. She was glad this one did.

She’d shot the interview on their front porch, loving the texture the railing offered. Quaint. Very much in contrast to George’s big city sophistication they’d established earlier in the film, which made it all the more perfect.

“You never know what life has in store for you,” George told the camera before sneaking a look at Bobby, next to him. “Two years ago, if you told me I’d be living in a town like this one and enjoying every minute of it, I would have laughed in your face. But love has a way of changing things. I even wear less black now.”

Bobby chimed in. “It’s true. The love thing, I mean. He still wears a ton of black. When I think about my life just over a year ago, I’m amazed at the contrast. I was a closeted bartender who came home to the television and my Basset hound each night. I thought that was it for me. But my life was forever altered by a pretentious socialite from the big city.”

George’s mouth fell open. “Hey!”

“It’s true, baby. Highly pretentious.”

The audience laughed right on cue as the shot cross-faded to a largely pregnant Eden applying frosting to a batch of cupcakes at Flour Child. “I flat-out hated the guy. I’m not even going to lie about that. He got my fur up. Now, I’m having his baby and more excited than I’ve ever been in my tiny little life. We’re decorating the nursery tonight. In pink.”

The camera panned to Damon who stood across the prep table from Eden grinning at her like she’d hung the moon. He looked over at the camera, the tears visible in his eyes. “I still can’t believe I’m about to have a family.” He swiped at his face sheepishly as Eden came around the table and put her arms around him.

The screen went black and faded up on Molly’s face. She looked past the camera as if lost in thought before finally settling her gaze just next to the lens. “You can’t choose who you fall in love with. I used to think you could. But sometimes your heart overrules your head. And you know something? I think it knows what’s best for you. Falling in love with Jordan was the most terrifying and worthwhile thing I’ve ever done. Trust me, I fought it. Our situation wasn’t ideal, but then really whose is? Love takes work. But this”—she gestured with her head to the blue Beetle that pulled into the driveway—“this feeling I get when I see that she’s home at the end of the day is pretty much the best thing ever. And while I’d love to talk to you about it some more, I’d much rather go kiss the woman in that car. So if you’ll excuse me.”

Soft guitar music strummed under the image of Molly pulling Jordan into her arms in the driveway, Eden and Damon hanging a mobile above a crib, and George and Bobby toasting over dinner. The film’s title,
How Sweet It Is
, faded into the frame as the camera pulled back to slowly reveal Main Street, the center of Applewood.

The theater broke into massive applause, and a few folks even dabbed at their eyes. It was a more emotional response than a typical audience, and of course, Jordan understood why.

“They loved it,” Molly whispered in her ear as the applause continued. “And you were right. Love in unexpected places was a better subject for your first project. It was absolute perfection.”

“You should listen to me more often.”

Molly grinned. “I will listen to you from here to eternity.”

“Oh, good, ’cause I have a lot to say. Now kiss me so we can celebrate properly.” And as the credits scrolled in beautiful white letters, they did just that. Finally, the words,
The End
, faded up languidly across the screen.

Jordan and Molly turned and looked, knowing that for them, it was anything but.

Melissa Brayden is currently pursuing her MFA in directing in San Antonio, Texas. Recently, she’s fallen down the rabbit hole and rediscovered her love of creative writing. She is a three-time Goldie Award winner for her books
Waiting in the Wings
and
Heart Block
.

Melissa is married and working really hard at remembering to do the dishes. For personal enjoyment, she spends time with her Jack Russell terriers and checks out the NYC theater scene several times a year. She considers herself a reluctant patron of the treadmill, but enjoys hitting a tennis ball around in nice weather. Coffee is her very best friend. www.melissabrayden.com

About
Waiting In the Wings

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