destiny, that was life or death.
She replenished some of her most popular lotions and creams, worked on the pretty travel candles that all but flew off her shop’s shelves.
Then she gave herself the pleasure of experimenting with new scents, new colors, new textures. She could focus her mind on her senses, how did this look, what mood did this scent evoke, how did this feel on the skin?
She glanced up when the door opened, found herself happy to see Meara come in.
“Well now, this is perfectly timed. Take off your gloves, would you, and try this new cream.”
“It’s an ugly day out there, all cold, blowing rain.” She pulled off her cap, unwound her scarf—tossed her thick brown braid behind her back. “And in here it’s warm and smells like heaven. A fine change from the damp and the horse shite.”
She hung up her coat, walked over to Branna, held out bare hands. “Oh, that’s lovely.” She rubbed in the cream, sniffed at her hands. “Just lovely and cool, and it smells like . . . air. Just fresh air, like you’d find on the top of a mountain. I like the color of it in the bowl, too. Pale, pale blue. Like blue ice.”
“A perfect name for it. Blue Ice, it is. It’s made for working hands and feet. I thought to do it in a sturdy sort of jar. The sort men wouldn’t fuss about having for themselves. I’m thinking of doing a line of it. A scrub as well, a gel for the shower, cake and liquid soap. Again with packaging women will like, but men won’t feel insults their testicles.”
“I don’t know how you think of all of it.”
“If I didn’t, I might have spent the day in the cold rain and horse shite with you.” She walked over to put on the kettle. “And I feel as we come to the end of the year, it’s time to think of new. Just yesterday my mother asked if I couldn’t create some products exclusive for their little B and B. Some they could use as amenities for the guests—then sell in full size. And after year’s end, I’m going to see what I can do about that.”
“It was lovely seeing your mother yesterday, and your father as well, and the rest. Connor sprang it on me all at once. Why don’t we fly down and see my ma and da for a bit before we’re off to Galway? I’m saying how I’d love to see them, and shouldn’t we ring them up first, but he just takes my hand, and pop we’re there.” She laid a hand on her belly. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that mode of traveling.”
“It meant a lot to them, and to me, to have you both there for a few hours.”
“Christmas means family, and if we’re lucky, friends as well.”
“And yours? Your family?”
“Ah, Branna, my mother’s thriving at Maureen’s. She’s happier than I’ve seen her in years. Roses in her cheeks, a sparkle in her eye. She showed me her bedroom, and I have to give Maureen full marks there, as it’s as fussy and pretty as Ma would want.”
Meara sighed, but it was a sound of contentment. “Having us all in one place meant the world to her, that I could see. And didn’t Maureen take me off to a corner to tell me how good it is for Ma to be there—I even let her go on about it, as if it had been her notion all along.”
“It’s a weight off you.”
“A heavier one than I knew. And she’s so pleased I won’t be having sex with Connor much longer outside Holy Matrimony.” Laughing, Meara sat by the fire. “She’s already talking more grandchildren.”
“And you?” Branna brought over a tray with steaming tea and sugar biscuits.
“I want them, of course, but likely not as quickly as will suit her. A bridge to cross at a later time.” She sipped at her tea. “I’m glad you said I’d timed it well, coming in on you. I wanted to talk to you. Just you and me.”
“Is there a problem?”
“That’s what I want to ask you. I don’t remember a time we weren’t friends as it all started when we were still in nappies.”
Branna took a bite of a sugar biscuit, grinned. “And may be in nappies again before we’re done.”
Meara snorted out a laugh. “That’s a thought. As we’re forever, you and I, we can say things maybe