Miss Nose looked at the voice for a few moments and then it clicked who this was! Patrick is Kendrick’s partner. This is not what was expected. Patrick, Kendrick, and Caroline wanting to talk to her. Miss Nose lets out a sigh.
“Hello Patrick! Kendrick asked me to come.”
“Yes, I know. He told me. I am glad you came. We really do need the help.”
Miss Nose sighs again and then wonders what she has done to the universe to be lead down the path she has been on lately. It appears the universe has nominated her to be the Jessica Fletcher of Escanaba, Michigan! And as an ironic twist, the universe decided to give her Mulder and Scully type cases! Put that lemon in your lime and lick it! All poor Miss Nose could do was flow with it.
“Come on back!” Patrick moved the curtain. Miss Nose hung her head a bit, took a deep breath in, and walked around the counter through the curtain.
The other side was not what she was expecting. Patrick and Kendrick had antiques they were collecting. the room was painted a bright yellow with original woodworking. The windows were original as well to the house and stained glass was at the very top of them making a rainbow on the original hardwood floor that had been sanded and new varnish stain applied. Miss Nose was so certain that the whole dark, mysteriousness would have followed to all room, but apparently not! This made her a bit more relaxed.
“Miss Nose!” Caroline’s voice made her jump. “I am so happy you came. I was worried you wouldn’t, but Kendrick kept telling me you would. He said it was in the cards!”
“Yes, I am aware that he thinks he saw me in the cards helping you with your problem.” Miss Nose made quotes in the air when she said problem. Caroline just looked at her a bit startled as Kendrick came in with a tray with cups, pie, and a pot on it.
“Miss Nose. I know how much you love your coffee dear. I have coffee and tea for Caroline. Please sit at our table here and let’s discuss the problem we have.”
Miss Nose looked at the table Kendrick pointed to. She could see the legs of an antique table. It had really nice designs carved into them. On top of the table was a frilly lace table-cloth which also appeared to be antique. On top of the table cloth was a plastic table cloth that is clear but definitely meant to keep the antique one from being ruined if someone should spill coffee or food upon it. The chairs of the table were very pretty. They were stained a very dark color and each has a different color of velvet felt for the seat covering. The colors were red, purple, blue, and emerald-green. Miss Nose grabbed the one at the head of the table which had the purple seat. Kendrick sat to Miss Nose’s left and placed the tray in the middle of the table. His seat was red. Patrick sat down to Miss Nose’s right and had the blue leaving Caroline with the emerald green and at the other end of the table. Kendrick got up and started giving everyone their drinks. He then disappeared and came back. “So sorry Emerald, I may call you Emerald, I forgot you like cream and sugar.” He lifted each container when saying cream and sugar denoting which was which.
“Most shorten my name to Emmy.” Miss Nose told him. “It is fine. I am not against it.”
“That is great. I went down to the Minion’s place and picked up pie and pulla.”
“Oh how delish. I love their pulla.” Said Patrick like a child waiting for his favorite candy.
Miss Nose smiled. She loved the minion’s recipes. From the very first time she had it. She was part owner of the pastry shop. The hens kept that a secret. Miss Nose was always pleased that people enjoyed the hens food. She knew this was their way out from under the Evil Mastermind’s power over them. They are making a killing at Konditoria. Every time you walk in the door, the smell of fresh-baked bread overwhelmed you. The pies were neatly placed in the display counter showing how much care was placed into them. Tourists and citizens all walked past drooling. They would walk past three or four times vacillating about entering and eating the mouth-watering food cooked by the hens and served by the roos.
Miss Nose took a piece of blueberry pie. She couldn’t wait to get it to her mouth. The fork slid right through the slice and when Miss Nose put it in her mouth, she closed her eyes and sucked on it a bit. The taste was so exquisite. She loved pie from the hens. They all ate and made small talk as they did so. Once done, Kendrick picked up the plates. “I will be right back.” He said. Miss Nose and the others heard him washing the dishes and putting them away. “He has to keep the whole place tidy.” said Patrick. Miss Nose smiled. “Nothing wrong with tidy.” she replied.
Kendrick came back to the table. “Now Miss Nose, for the discussion you came here for!”
Miss Nose sighed. She was not looking forward to this at all.