this.’
Her eyes light up. ‘Thanks, Dora. I enjoy doing it. It's relaxing. Right, I’ll get this rascal up to bed and then we’ll go through the books so you can see what records you need to keep.’
By the end of the evening, I've got a pretty good idea of how to start my business, but I’ve been told in no uncertain terms I’ve to walk before I can run. It’s odd to have the tables turned and get life lessons from the alcopop girl. That I must be able to make a perfect penis almost every time before I start to sell them, and that my workspace needs to be arranged so I have a side solely for business prep. My kitchen is large so that shouldn’t be a problem with a little reorganisation.
I reach into my bag for my purse. ‘Let me pay you for your time, Beth.’
I get a dirty look in response.
‘Not a chance. Though, you can pay me another way.’
‘Yeah, what’s that?’
‘Can you teach me to bake biscuits? I’ve had an idea of how to expand my own business.’
I nod eagerly. ‘Of course I can. Cakes and biscuits are my speciality.’
‘Brilliant. Thank you.’
She tells me how she’s going to make iced biscuits to sell to the party mums and hopefully supply Kid Zone, in place of the awful shop bought cookies Cam serves with her coffees. It’s a great idea. I wish she could bring some sweetness into her own life. I’ll have to talk to Cam. We need to get Beth to loosen up and have a life of her own because she’s avoiding all the risks and with that, avoiding the joy to be had in life.
Time for Project Beth.
Chapter Three
Camille
It’s a Thursday and I’m sitting chewing on the end of a pencil when Beth bursts through the doors of Kid Zone.
‘You haven’t left him here.’
‘Eh?’
‘Trey. Thought you’d lost him with how you careered through that door.’
She eye-rolls. ‘Funny aren’t you? We’ve got the dentist today, so you aren’t seeing us later.’
I pout. ‘No Trey cuddles?’
‘This should shut you up.’ She pushes a heart-shaped ice biscuit toward my mouth. I take it from her hand.
I bite into it. The biscuit melts in my mouth and a buttery goodness explodes on my tongue. The sugar of the icing compliments the flavours. It's exquisite. I try to talk with biscuit in my mouth. ‘Where has this been all my life?’
Beth takes a seat. ‘Your mum has been teaching me to bake biscuits for the last week. What do you think about selling these in Kid Zone? They’re much better than the packet biscuits you sell.’
‘I think that’s a definite possibility, but I need to try more before I decide.’ I wink.
‘Also, what about you sell your mum’s cupcakes alongside my biscuits?’
I almost choke on a crumb. ‘Erm because I don’t want her long blonde hair in my customers’ food?’
Beth leans back and crosses her legs. ‘Your mum’s serious this time. We’ve made her a workstation. She has protective hats and everything. She’s an inspection due and then she can start.’
‘Wow. You mean my mum has found something to settle to at last? She is a good baker.’
‘She really is. But she needs to start out slow. Maybe she could supply Kid Zone first and then some of the mums might want our cookies and cupcakes for their children's parties. I’ve told her to hold off on the willies until she’s more established.’
My eyes narrow at Beth. ‘So you’ve been spending a lot of time with my mum then? She never said.’
‘We wanted it to be a surprise. Until I came to you with my perfect biscuits.’
‘Well, they certainly are.’ I take another bite.
Gemma, my right-hand woman at Kid Zone, comes over to the table with two hot drinks. ‘There you go ladies. Just the thing to go with your rather nice looking biscuits.’
‘We can take a hint. Here.’ I pass her a biscuit, this one is in the shape of an ice-cream cone and again, is beautifully iced.
‘Oh my Lord, that’s divine.’
‘Yes, we’ll definitely be selling these.’ I
Her eyes light up. ‘Thanks, Dora. I enjoy doing it. It's relaxing. Right, I’ll get this rascal up to bed and then we’ll go through the books so you can see what records you need to keep.’
By the end of the evening, I've got a pretty good idea of how to start my business, but I’ve been told in no uncertain terms I’ve to walk before I can run. It’s odd to have the tables turned and get life lessons from the alcopop girl. That I must be able to make a perfect penis almost every time before I start to sell them, and that my workspace needs to be arranged so I have a side solely for business prep. My kitchen is large so that shouldn’t be a problem with a little reorganisation.
I reach into my bag for my purse. ‘Let me pay you for your time, Beth.’
I get a dirty look in response.
‘Not a chance. Though, you can pay me another way.’
‘Yeah, what’s that?’
‘Can you teach me to bake biscuits? I’ve had an idea of how to expand my own business.’
I nod eagerly. ‘Of course I can. Cakes and biscuits are my speciality.’
‘Brilliant. Thank you.’
She tells me how she’s going to make iced biscuits to sell to the party mums and hopefully supply Kid Zone, in place of the awful shop bought cookies Cam serves with her coffees. It’s a great idea. I wish she could bring some sweetness into her own life. I’ll have to talk to Cam. We need to get Beth to loosen up and have a life of her own because she’s avoiding all the risks and with that, avoiding the joy to be had in life.
Time for Project Beth.
Chapter Three
Camille
It’s a Thursday and I’m sitting chewing on the end of a pencil when Beth bursts through the doors of Kid Zone.
‘You haven’t left him here.’
‘Eh?’
‘Trey. Thought you’d lost him with how you careered through that door.’
She eye-rolls. ‘Funny aren’t you? We’ve got the dentist today, so you aren’t seeing us later.’
I pout. ‘No Trey cuddles?’
‘This should shut you up.’ She pushes a heart-shaped ice biscuit toward my mouth. I take it from her hand.
I bite into it. The biscuit melts in my mouth and a buttery goodness explodes on my tongue. The sugar of the icing compliments the flavours. It's exquisite. I try to talk with biscuit in my mouth. ‘Where has this been all my life?’
Beth takes a seat. ‘Your mum has been teaching me to bake biscuits for the last week. What do you think about selling these in Kid Zone? They’re much better than the packet biscuits you sell.’
‘I think that’s a definite possibility, but I need to try more before I decide.’ I wink.
‘Also, what about you sell your mum’s cupcakes alongside my biscuits?’
I almost choke on a crumb. ‘Erm because I don’t want her long blonde hair in my customers’ food?’
Beth leans back and crosses her legs. ‘Your mum’s serious this time. We’ve made her a workstation. She has protective hats and everything. She’s an inspection due and then she can start.’
‘Wow. You mean my mum has found something to settle to at last? She is a good baker.’
‘She really is. But she needs to start out slow. Maybe she could supply Kid Zone first and then some of the mums might want our cookies and cupcakes for their children's parties. I’ve told her to hold off on the willies until she’s more established.’
My eyes narrow at Beth. ‘So you’ve been spending a lot of time with my mum then? She never said.’
‘We wanted it to be a surprise. Until I came to you with my perfect biscuits.’
‘Well, they certainly are.’ I take another bite.
Gemma, my right-hand woman at Kid Zone, comes over to the table with two hot drinks. ‘There you go ladies. Just the thing to go with your rather nice looking biscuits.’
‘We can take a hint. Here.’ I pass her a biscuit, this one is in the shape of an ice-cream cone and again, is beautifully iced.
‘Oh my Lord, that’s divine.’
‘Yes, we’ll definitely be selling these.’ I
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