Summer at Little Beach Street Bakery by Jenny Colgan

would think it utterly ridiculous – how insulting his suggestion was to her. It was partly because she did think working with your friends was a bad idea, even if Reuben completely ignored the bakery after he bought it. But that would be bad too: it just showed how unimportant he thought what she did was. And also, although Reuben would find this concept hilarious, she thought she was like him. She was an entrepreneur, she worked for herself; she hoped one day to work her way up the ladder, to be the owner, not just the manager of her business.
    One thing Mrs Manse had been great about was leaving her alone – when she wasn’t complaining – and letting her run things her way, and she had really loved it, really got a taste for it. She enjoyed making decisions and seeing how things turned out. She didn’t want Reuben swanning in with his friends telling her she was doing it wrong. She didn’t want a helping hand she hadn’t earned. She wanted to do it herself.
    ‘Well not me,’ she said.
    ‘And not me either,’ said Kerensa, drinking more mead.
    ‘Apart from that bracelet that was so heavy you strained your wrist,’ pointed out Polly.
    ‘Oh yes,’ said Kerensa, grinning. ‘I forgot about that.’
    Polly smiled at her.
    ‘How’s being back at work?’
    Kerensa scowled. ‘Oh God, it’s rubbish. I wish my staff behaved like flunkies. Everyone Reuben works with behaves like terrified flunkies.’
    ‘Maybe you should be more frightening.’
    ‘I’m not sure that’s possible.’
    ‘Don’t work!’ said Reuben. ‘Anyway, it means I get less sex.’
    ‘Yes, just twice a day,’ whispered Polly, and Kerensa giggled and blushed. She had insisted on going back to work after months of honeymooning, touring the globe and staying in fancy hotels, eating in the best restaurants and, as she pointed out herself, getting fat.
    ‘The worst thing is,’ she said, ‘the other women are all SO THIN. There’s every imaginable fabulous thing you could eat in the world, ever, all the time, and it’s all amazing and gorgeous, and they don’t eat ANY OF IT. They just go and have spa treatments!’ She scowled. ‘Before we got married, I thought I was really brilliant at being thin and not eating much. But man, they take it to an entirely new level.’
    ‘You look fantastic,’ said Polly, loyally but also honestly. Before, when Kerensa had been ferociously slim and fit, she had had a hard look about her. Now she was a little rounder and softer and looked a lot younger in the face, and it suited her.
    ‘All those jumped-up Barbie dolls talking about suntans,’ shivered Reuben. ‘God. You’re the best of them all, Kay, because I always choose the best kinds of things. Always. Which is why I chose you…’
    He was about to start on a long diatribe again. Polly lay back in the sun and smiled to see her friend so happy.
    ‘I did need to go back to work, though,’ whispered Kerensa. ‘It felt wrong just lying around spending money. I mean, it was fun for about five minutes. But after that it was all a bit WAGtastic.’
    ‘I agree with you,’ Polly said, mildly. ‘Obviously. Because I’m about to start working for Malcolm the Consultant.’
    ‘Unless you let me —’ piped up Reuben.
    ‘No!’
     

     
    ‘Wow, man, your friends are very uncool,’ said Dubose.
    ‘Well he works for his money,’ pointed out Huckle mildly. ‘He’s allowed to do what he wants with it.’
    Dubose scowled. ‘I do too.’
    Huckle nodded. ‘When you’re not gallivanting off at spring planting season.’
    ‘If you wanna go work on a farm, GO WORK ON A FARM,’ said Dubose in exasperation. ‘It’s not like you’re doing anything useful here, hanging round fiddling with honey and eating pie. At least when you were in the city, Mom was proud of you.’
     

     
    Polly slipped into the bedroom where Huckle was getting ready for bed. He had left Dubose to it.
    ‘What’s up with you two?’ she said.
    ‘Oh, just brother stuff.