A Spoonful Of Sugar: A Novella

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Author Bio (#ud129fdea-e547-53e4-bba7-5f8993b3ab4d)

Chapter One (#u47773635-c557-569a-baff-1446555f1904)

Chapter Two (#ud8b2b2bd-bfaa-53c8-8ccb-bde60aa0feee)

Chapter Three (#u590079e2-2f72-5984-896e-37e1bb8096e7)

Chapter Four (#u8979a085-cd35-5c70-b650-8fd5f9acb568)

Chapter Five (#u0954b099-ff21-5455-859f-4f2d9e1206e3)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-one (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-two (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-three (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-four (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-six (#litres_trial_promo)

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One (#ulink_0b3aac76-1b95-5e74-a88f-fdbd5458b75d)

‘No,’ I said. ‘Absolutely not.’

I crumpled up the flyer and threw it into the bin.

‘No.’

My cousin Harmony – known as Harry – looked at me with disappointed eyes.

‘Okay, Esme.’ She shrugged. ‘If you’re absolutely sure. It’s just a shame though...’

‘Oh don’t do that,’ I said, feeling my resolve beginning to weaken and hating myself for it. ‘Don’t do that disappointed but resigned thing.’

Harry gave me a sad smile.

‘No, honestly, it’s okay,’ she said. ‘Would you mind ringing your mum and telling her it’s not happening? I’ve got some stuff to do.’

She got to her feet and picked up her jacket. I sighed.

‘Fine,’ I said. ‘I’ll do it.’

Harry squealed, which was very unlike her.

‘Really?’ she said.

I nodded glumly.

‘Really. But don’t expect me to be any good.’

‘That doesn’t matter,’ Harry said with a grin. ‘I’m good enough for both of us. I’ll ring them now and tell them you’re in.’

‘And don’t expect me to enjoy it either,’ I shouted at her back as she disappeared out of my office.

But either she didn’t hear me, or she didn’t care.

With some difficulty I fished the flyer out of the bin and smoothed it out on my desk, then I sat back in my chair and rested my hands on my bump. I was seven months’ pregnant with my second baby and I felt enormous. Absolutely the last thing I wanted to do was take part in a baking competition. Especially as I was no baker. But Harry was very persuasive and the fact was, I grimaced, she was right. Again.

Harry and I both lived in Edinburgh now but my mum, Tess, and Harry’s mum, Suky, lived in a small town called Claddach in the Scottish Highlands where they ran a cafe with their friend Eva. Eva’s husband Allan was an artist and he looked after the top floor of the loch-side, running it as a gallery and small arts centre. But a couple of years ago, a huge avalanche had cut off the town for a whole winter – making the bohemian tourists look elsewhere for their writing/painting/pottery/poetry retreats, and they’d never really come back. Businesses were suffering and something had to be done to put Claddach back on the map. And, much to my horror, Harry had decided she was the person to do it.