Lisa’s Note: This candy reminds me of the kind that’s shaped like maple leaves. Dad used to bring it back from Vermont when he went back to visit Uncle Fritz and I loved it. Just for fun, I tried adding a teaspoon of maple extract and it was really good that way!

Yield: 3-dozen bon-bon size pieces of delicious candy.

Chapter Two

Candice Roberts arranged her sleeping bag under the lights by the front window of The Cookie Jar. The heater in the coffee shop blew out warm air that smelled like cookies, and Candy’s stomach growled even though there was no way that she could be hungry. She’d eaten the ham and cheese sandwich that the red-haired owner had left for her, along with the bag of potato chips and the sour dill pickle that had reminded her of the kind Granny Roberts used to make. And then, for dessert, she’d polished off six of a dozen cookies that had been left on a plate for her, and she’d washed them down with a full glass of milk from the walk-in refrigerator.

Once the sleeping bag was arranged to her satisfaction, Candy snuggled in and thanked her lucky stars that she wasn’t outside in the bitter cold. Her sleeping bag was rated for twenty below, but a glance at the thermometer in the kitchen window had told her that it was twenty-three below zero tonight, and it would probably get even colder before the sun came up in the morning.

A tear rolled down Candy’s cheek and dripped onto the fabric of her sleeping bag. It had been her dad’s last Christmas present to her, along with the down-filled, quilted field jacket that was getting just a bit too tight across the shoulders, and the buckskin mittens he’d called “choppers” that were lined with real fur. Dad had grown up in Minnesota, and they’d planned to go winter camping at the campground he remembered on the shores of Eden Lake.

Another tear joined the first, and then another. Now she’d never go camping with her dad again. A year ago, Dad had gone down to the clinic for an emergency. On his way home, a drunk driver had hit him and he’d died on the way to the hospital.

For a long while, Candy hadn’t thought she’d ever be happy again. She missed him so much. But she’d talked a lot with Mom, and that had helped. She was just starting to feel as if things might actually be okay when disaster struck again.

Just thinking about it caused another tear to fall, and then the dam broke. Candy cried until there were no more tears left, and then she closed her swollen eyes. She missed her dad, but missing him couldn’t bring him back again. And she missed her mom, but she wouldn’t see her again for a long, long time.

“You really wouldn’t mind driving past my shop?” Hannah asked, turning to Norman to make sure he was serious. They’d just finished dinner at the Lake Eden Inn where they’d had several new appetizers that Sally Laughlin, the co-owner and chef, would be featuring at her huge Christmas party next Friday night. It was a straight shot from the Lake Eden Inn to Hannah’s condo, but driving into town, where Hannah’s cookie shop was located, amounted to a twenty-six-mile detour.