while.â
Jana had been horrified. She did not intend to ever serve Mexican food alongside Amish pies and traditional fare. But she was unwilling to hurt her friendâs feelings any more so she held her tongue.
But now, here she was, thinking about freedom and the future. And, to her surprise, she was even wondering if her customers might like the chance to eat Mexican food every once in a while at the Sugarcreek Inn.
Maybe they would!
And furthermore, maybe it wasnât even her decision. What would be so wrong about offering the choice? If customers didnât care for the Mexican choices they would let Pippa know.
So . . . now what?
The possibilities of what to do next felt endless. She could seriously consider Pippaâs suggestion or let other folks in the business community know she was looking for a partner.
Or she could keep things exactly the same.
Feeling a bit confused and even more despondent, she picked up the phone and called Melissa, her youngest daughter.
She picked up on the first ring. âHey, Mom. Whatâs up?â she asked in that easy, breezy way of hers.
âNothing much. I was just thinking about you. How are things in the city?â
âClevelandâs about like it always is,â she said with a laugh. âThe hotel has been really busy. We had a corporate dinner and a wedding yesterday. Every room has been booked for the last week.â
Melissa worked for one of the big, fancy hotel chains in downtown Cleveland. She had some kind of job title that was just as fancy, too. Something to do with special events. Jana was so proud of her. Melissa had once been her little list maker. Now she was putting all her organizational gifts to good use.
âMy goodness. I canât wait to hear all about it.â
âI have some good stories, too. Iâll tell them to you when we see each other next.â
Jana grinned. Here was the opening sheâd been looking for! âThatâs the exact reason I called, Mel. I was thinking that maybe you could come home soon. Itâs been too long since Iâve seen you.â
âYouâre right. It has been a long time. Weeks.â
âI havenât seen you since Christmas Day,â Jana reminded her. âWant to come out this weekend? You know how the cold never bothered us. We can go for a nice long walk like we used to.â
After a pause, Melissaâs voice turned concerned. âWhatâs wrong, Mom?â
âNot a thing.â
âAre you sure?â
Jana felt embarrassed now. Was she so transparent, so needy, that Melissa could tell something was wrong in just a few minutes? âI didnât think I needed a reason to invite you to come home.â
âOf course not. Iâm sorry, Mom.â
Of course not , followed by a quick apology. Jana realized with a bit of surprise that she had said almost the same words to Pippa when she was backpedaling. âSo, do you think you could come down soon?â
âGee, I donât know, Mom. Things are pretty busy right now. Every weekend is booked with either weddings or celebrities coming in for the Rock and Roll Museum.â
âYou donât have anyone to help you?â
âI do, but these events are my responsibility. I canât put them on someone else. This is my job, Mom.â
Jana noticed that Melissa didnât ask her to come visit her instead. It was hard, but she pushed her disappointment to one side. âI understand.â
Another long pause. âMom, do you want me to call Jane to see if she has some free time?â
Jane. The child who liked to think she could take care of everything, anytime, anyplace. âI can call Jane myself.â
âAll right.â After an awkward pause, Melissa said, âUm, listen, my email is going crazy. I have to get some things done before my ten oâclock appointment.â
Swallowing her disappointment, Jana let Melissa go. âSure,