“Haven’t what? We’ve done everything possible.” Adeena ticked off the list on her fingers. “We’ve replaced all the furniture because neither of us could stand to look at it anymore. We hired industrial cleaners to go over the entire place,” here her eyes flicked over to a particular spot near the door, “and the space is sparkling. It’s even cleaner than your family’s restaurant, which is really saying something. We’ve registered the business with Illinois, had my brother draw up all the legal papers, gotten every freakin’ license possible. We could’ve opened even sooner if it hadn’t taken the county so long to replace Mr. Nelson.”
Mr. Nelson was the previous health inspector, currently in jail after I’d exposed his shady dealings with the help of Adeena, Elena, and some of the other Shady Palms restaurant owners.
She continued, “And it’s not even our official opening on Monday, just the soft opening. Which you conveniently won’t be present for since you decided to take that judging position without consulting us.” She put her hands on her hips. “You know. Us? Your business partners? Who have just as much riding on this as you do?”
I sighed and toyed with my necklace, already tired of the conversation. I’d agreed to judge the Miss Teen Shady Palms Pageant yesterday, after one of the judges had to drop out at the last minute. The pageant committee had wanted me, a former winner, to be part of the original lineup, but I’d turned them down. I’d already had my hands full preparing for the cafe opening and didn’t need to be reminded of my pageant past, especially with Elena harping on about remembering those we’d lost.
However, with the pageant down a judge and the first event happening later tonight, the committee had decided to play dirty. They not only offered the Brew-ha Cafe the catering contract for all the pageant events plus a free booth and advertising at the Founder’s Day Festival, our town’s biggest celebration, but they also brought in the big guns: the Calendar Crew, aka my godmothers—Ninang April, Ninang Mae, and Ninang June.
Nobody, but nobody, wielded guilt and tsismis the way these three women did. Once those aunties got involved, it was all over. How could I have possibly said no when Ninang June, my mother’s best friend, said things like “Ay, Lila, it would mean so much to Cecilia, God rest her soul. You know how much she loved the pageant and believed in helping the community. Paying it forward, diba?”
Nothing like conjuring up the name of my dead beauty queen mother to convince me to do something that I absolutely did not want to do.
Which was what made Adeena’s comment so unfair. If anyone knew my complicated feelings about the pageant and my mom, it would be her.
“You act as if me taking on the position is a huge inconvenience for you. May I remind you that I’m the one stuck dealing with this for the next three weeks? And that my sacrifice ensures a strong opening since we’d never have been able to afford a booth or the kind of advertising that they’re providing? Not to mention the catering contract, and that I was able to convince them to hire Terrence to design everything!”
Terrence Howell was one of our closest friends, and a freelance graphic designer. He’d finally quit his construction job to do his design work full-time and I wanted to support him as much as possible. He’d already designed the Brew-ha Cafe logo, website, and social media banners, and did the same for my aunt’s restaurant, but it wasn’t enough. I knew he was hurting, both emotionally and financially, after the mess his fiancée, Janet, got him into a few months ago.
Elena, ever the peacemaker, stepped in. “She’s right, Adeena. Besides, it was my idea to do the soft open, remember? We agreed it was the best way to work out the kinks in the system before officially opening since we could test what our customers are drawn to. Plus, I’m still trying to figure out the shop’s energy. Without it, I won’t know what other plants to bring in.”
The three of us brought very different skills to the table. Adeena was our potion brewer/barista and had come up with an impressive menu that offered the usual cafe staples as well as more creative drinks, drawing from our collective Pakistani, Filipino, and Mexican backgrounds. Elena was our green witch, providing not just the decor, but also ingredients from her family’s greenhouse and garden. The herbal remedies, teas, and natural bath and beauty products that she and her mom made lined the shelves, scenting Elena’s corner of the shop with a lovely, subtle aroma. And I crafted the baked goods, putting a Filipino spin on coffee shop classics.