Julie sighed as she put the keys in to the lock of the cafe where she worked, this is not how she likes to start the mornings. Being rushed out of bed by her boss calling in a panic, apparently her co worker Sam had called in sick and couldn't open the cafe. Julie rolled her eyes when she thought about it, Sam was not sick and she knew it. She had seen him while she was closing up yesterday, chatting up that Donovan kid. When she heard the click from the jammed lock after about ten minutes wriggling of the key Julie let out another great sigh "Hurray..." she mumbled. She took of her jean jacket and hung it on the hook behind the counter, and put on all the lights. She then proceeded to do all the morning duties that had to be done, like putting on coffee and checking that the pastries hadn't passed their date.
Just as she was about to throw out a plate of éclairs that had gone bad the phone rang, Julie dumped the éclairs in the trash and wiped her hands on her apron. She closed her eyes and muttered under her breath "Not Mrs. Donovan.... please not Mrs. Donovan." and picked up the phone. "This is Julie at the Lake Cafe""Hello dear, this is Mrs. Donovan calling for the desserts for our party tonight at the Yacht Club tonight, I just need to check that all is in order... It's quite important you know.". "Yes ofcourse Mrs. Donovan we should have everything in order for tonight." She smiled as she said this as if Mrs. Donovan could see her through the phone, though it wouldn't surprise her if she could. "Should..." Mrs. Donovan said in a disapproving tone on the other end of the receiver. "But of course I will double check for you
." Julie said clenching her hand in to a fist on the counter, and then got out the order sheet for the party. "So we have have 100 Chocolate cupcakes, 100 Strawberry short cupcakes and a large fruit platter with an accompanying milk chocolate fountain?" Julie bit her lip as she waited for the response, but all she heard was that sigh again.
“I told your superior that we’re doing a white chocolate fountain. I don't see why I'm repeating this. It’s far less of a pain on the color scheme of the event and there is an elegant appeal to it."
Julie took a deep breath and sank over the counter in frustration. Why don't you ask Sam it was his job to get the order right, he's probably at your house right now!
Julie thought as she softly banged her head against the cool marble counter. "I'm so sorry Mrs. Donovan, of course it should be white chocolate, far be it from me to interfere with your color sch...." She got cut off by Mrs. Donovan pausing her to talk to someone. Julie took this opportunity to take out her frustration on the phone, she made a wild swinging motion and then proceeded to choke the phone. "Hello?!" said Mrs. Donovans voice from the phone , "Oh yes I'm still here, we where talking about your color scheme...". After what felt like hours Julie finally got to hang up. The day went by in a blur, having both closed and opened Julie was a bit tired. She checked her watch, she had 4 hours before the event started and believe it or not but she was actually going to attend this time not serve. She just had to keep her fingers crossed that Sam didn't bail on this to.
Julies shift ended and left her with 3 hours to spare which meant that she could take a small nap before she needed to leave. She got in to her old Volvo 480 and drove home to the small cottage where she lived with her father. "Dad? I'm home..." She called out as she dumped her keys in the bowl by the door. Her father poked his head out of his office with a smile "Hey J-bird! How was work?". Julie sighed "Stressful as usual." she moped as she plopped down on the couch and laid down "I need a nap, wake me in 2 hours..." she whispered sluggishly to her father who chuckled.
After what felt like 3 seconds he father tapped her head to let her know that her 2 hours of dream time was up. Julie sat up slowly and shook to wake herself up. She dragged herself over to her room to get ready. After about a half an hour she stepped out in to the hallway taking one look at her reflection. She had put on a light flowery summer dress showing of her cleavage and put a thin white cardigan over it. She never knew what to do with her hair so she had just put it in a ponytail with a few strands framing her face, She opened the front door and stepped out to the light summer breeze. She got in to her car, she had decided to drive seeing as she would probably not drink even though most of the under aged kids did at these shindigs.
Ralph had awoken early as he always did, he looked at his bedside alarm clock 6:25am. He covered his face with his hands and rubbed to make the sleep go away. He sat up and tossed the covers away, he flung his legs over the side of the bed and stretched out a bit as he sat there looking down at his flannel pajama pants. Ralph rose from the bed and put on a simple grey shirt. He looked down at the letters lying on his bedside table. He frowned, he had not told his dad yet that he had gotten in to Princeton. His father had gone there so had his Grandfather and his and his and so forth. But he had also gotten in to Dartmouth which was his secret choice. He shook his head, I'll deal with it later
he thought as he picked up his current book.
He made his way down the stairs to the large and top of the line kitchen. This was the heart of Mather lake house, this was where they had their famous family dinners. Ralph opened the fridge and stood their contemplating for a while what to eat. He decided he would make some scones thinking that it would be nice for the family to wake up to the smell of fresh scones. He set to work on the scones and soon found himself deep in thought about this summer at the lake. Tonight was the big dinner at the club and he of course needed to be there as always. The Donovans were already here... should he go over there with some scones for Lizzie... or would that be to corny? He smiled at the thought of seeing Lizzie again. It had been such a long time since they saw each other as the Mathers had missed the last summer her when they were in India.
When the timer dinged he opened the oven and the smell wafted out in to the kitchen and scented the room with the smell of baked goods. Ralph took out all the condiments like butter, jam and cheese and made himself a plate. He settled down at his seat at the table and started to read while he ate. Soon he was lost into the book absentmindedly eating once in a while. He didn't even notice his parents coming down telling him that he only had 2 hours left to get ready for the party. He was awoken from his reading daze by a loud tap on the glass door out to the patio. He squinted to see what had made the sound, what he saw made him chuckle. There in just a pair of shorts and a chest cloth with a necklace hanging from it stood his sister Nova grinning at him. He stood up to open the door for her as it was locked from the inside.
"Can't you use the stairs like a normal person?" He said as he closed the door after her.