HAPPY PANTS CAFE (THE HAPPY PANTS SERIES) (26 page)

The three took their seats, and Harper dug her recorder from her purse, placing it on the table.

“That is something my Jeffrey taught me: To believe even when the worst times are upon you.”

“Is that what you wanted to talk about today?”

Luci clasped her hands together. “Yes. Only my family knows the truth about the café, but I want to make sure that there is a public record—one that my great-great-great grandchildren can find and read. I don’t want Jeffrey’s legacy to die when I die.”

“But your children will carry on the tradition, won’t they?”

Luci poured them each a cup of coffee. “The Happy Pants Café is my dream, not theirs. And I want them to be free to follow their own path. When I go, the café will go.”

That actually made Harper feel a little sad.

“Then we’re going to do our best for you, Luci.” She pressed play. “Ready when you are.

“Very good.” Luci took a deep breath and then picked up her cup, but didn’t drink. “I inherited this café after I lost my parents in a car accident about a year after coming to the United States. I was twenty-five at the time, and my father, Gustavo Leon, worked as a farmhand. My mother, Lucinda, ran this tiny bakery. Back then, the town was small, and rents were very cheap. There was a considerable migrant population, so my mother did well selling Mexican sweets and pastries. I had been studying English and renting a room in San Francisco, coming to see my parents on the weekends. But after my parents died, I was left all alone, and I couldn’t bear to let the café die. It was all I had left of my family.”

“I’m so sorry. That must’ve been very hard.”

Luci nodded. “It was, but I counted my blessings—what little few I had, anyway. Like this shop.”

“So you knew how to bake?” Harper asked.

“Not so well in those days, but I made a mean sugar cookie. That’s how my business began to grow. The local families started buying them for children’s birthday parties and holidays. After a year, I had saved enough money to remodel the café and buy this little building. I moved in upstairs.”

“That’s incredible.”

“I like to think my parents were looking out for me. But even so, it was a very lonely time in my life. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could continue on. I missed having family and friends, and was about to fold and move back to Mexico to stay with a cousin. But then, one day, everything changed for me.” Luci snapped her fingers. “Just like that.

“I had been baking a batch of extra-large happy faced cookies for the elementary school fundraiser and had run out of places in the kitchen to let them cool.” She pointed to a little wooden bench pushed against the wall over by the cash register. “That is when my Jeffrey came in to buy a cup of coffee. I was back in the kitchen and told him I would be right out. Then there was a loud noise, and I came running. My cookies were all over the floor, and standing there was the most handsome man I’d ever seen. Tall, stunning blue
eyes, and thick black hair. I remember standing right in that spot,” she pointed to the floor next to the counter, “unable to speak. Then he smiled and said, ‘I think I just sat on your cookies.’ He turned around and showed me his pants, and on the back was a face made of yellow frosting. We laughed, and he asked me out right on the spot. We were married within a month, and I was pregnant almost right away with Josefina.”

That was a sweet, sweet story. “So it was love at first sight?”

“Yes, it was. The part that most people don’t know about Jeffrey is that he was the son of a very wealthy vintner in town. The family was not thrilled about him marrying a poor Mexican woman who barely spoke English.”

Harper could only imagine. “So did they disown him?”

“No. But they didn’t speak to Jeffrey for five years, until he fell ill from cancer.”

Oh God. How tragic.

“By then, I had three children and the café was doing well, but facing a life without Jeffrey, I found myself once again questioning if I wanted to go on.”

Harper felt her eyes begin to tear.

“No,” Luci said. “Do not cry, dear. It is a sad story, but so much good came out of his death.” She took a thought-filled breath. “Jeffrey told me, on his very last day of life, that he’d had a dream the night before we met. He dreamed of my cookies, and he said that the moment he saw me, he knew it was meant to be. He told me that I had to keep going, if not for him, then for our children. I had to teach them all about what it’s like to love with your entire soul. He told me that was the only gift in life worth living for.” She began to chuckle. “And then that funny bastard, God bless him, made me promise to serve my happy face cookies at his funeral.”

“Did you?”

“Hell, yes. His parents were outraged, but I would have done anything for that man. Anything. He gave me the best five years of life a woman could ever ask for from a man, and then he left me three beautiful children. He also left me with a two-million-dollar life-insurance policy.”

“Wow.”

“Yes. And it wasn’t long after his departure from this world, I started cleaning out his closet. I found the jeans he wore on the day we met.” Ms. Luci pointed to the old jeans in the glass case on the wall. “He’d carefully wrapped them in butcher paper and put them in a box in the closet. Inside was a letter that he’d written for me. It said, ‘Dear Luci, I was the happiest man on the planet the moment I met you, and every second spent with you, it just got better. No one in the world has ever known more joy than me. So whenever you feel sad, just look at these jeans and remember that life is full of so many surprises. You just have to believe and know that you are loved. Just as I was.’ He signed it, ‘Forever with you, baby.’”

Harper whisked away a little tear, and when she glanced at Austin, she noticed his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“So that’s when it hit me, you see?” said Luci. “That moment brought me a deep sense of joy, knowing that he’d left this world feeling like the most loved man on the planet, because he was. And I thought to myself, we all deserve to feel that way when our time comes. We all deserve to feel like we had our unfair share of happiness. Later, I hung Jeffrey’s pants in the café to always remind me of my mission—that, and I think they’re good luck.”

The story was hopelessly sweet and sentimental, and immediately gave Harper the urge to grab Austin and kiss him until she was blue in the face. She didn’t want to waste a single moment.

“So how did the cookies turn into Cupid’s arrow?” Austin asked.

Luci shrugged. “Honestly, I have no idea. People started coming out of the woodwork, saying they’d met their significant other after eating one.”

“But don’t you think it’s a little strange that random strangers correlate your cookies to falling in love?” Harper pointed to the wall that was covered with thousands of photos of happy couples. “I mean, look at them. There are so many. How do you explain it?”

“It’s like I said before, I think people want to believe, and when people believe, things have a funny way of happening.”

Harper couldn’t argue with that. “I think you’re right, Luci. Or maybe
you
just have enough faith and love for the rest of us.”

“Oh, no, dear. Don’t get me wrong. Sometimes faith definitely isn’t enough.” She looked straight at Harper. “In fact, that is the other reason I brought you two here today.”

Hmm…
this sounded interesting.

Luci continued. “I’m obviously going to close the café early this year due to my shortage of spices—I’m a stickler when it comes to my recipe and the source of my ingredients—but as I hinted earlier, I think it was meant to be. I am convinced that I will need the extra time in order to prepare for my next project. And I will also need your help.”

“Oh, I’d love to! How exciting. Who is it?”

Luci pulled a folded-up piece of paper from her apron pocket and handed it to Harper, who opened it. It was a photograph of a very lovely looking woman with dark hair, about Harper’s age.

“Her name is Macie, but her friends call her Moo. She was nominated by her mother because she is completely,” Luci made quotation marks with her hands, “invisible to men.”

The woman was gorgeous. Big brown eyes, cute little nose, great smile. “What’s wrong with her?”

“That, my dear Harper, is what you are going to find out.” Luci reached out with both her hands and grabbed Harper’s. “Because we are going to fix her.” A devious little grin flickered across Luci’s face.

“I’d be honored to help you, Luci.” She looked at Austin’s grinning face. “We owe you our happiness.” And Harper had finally learned the truth: True love was out there.
You just have to believe and be brave enough to go after it.

This was going to be fun.

~~

After a few more questions and a warm good-bye, Luci showed Harper and Austin to the door and locked it behind them so she could begin cleaning up for the day. Harper, dear, sweet, very strange girl, once again offered to buy replacement ingredients, but Luci would never change her
recipe. The cookies had been working their magic for over forty years, each one baked with love, made with homegrown spices from her very own garden.

Sebastian came out of the kitchen with his unlit cigar hanging from his mouth. “Are they gone?”

Luci nodded. “Yes. And I think they are going to do a good job telling the story of the café.”

“Are you sure about this?”

Sebastian—her right hand for as long as she could remember—and she had discussed this decision many times. But as Luci had always said, “We must have faith that everything will work out as it should. I just have a feeling that there are people out there who need our help.” That was her belief, anyway, and her instincts hadn’t let her down yet.

Sebastian scratched his bald head. “Well, just as long as no one ever learns what’s really in those
cookies.”

Luci looked at him and smiled devilishly. “That, my dear friend, is a secret we will both carry to our graves.”

“Such a shame, though, do you not think, Ms. Luci?”

“What is a shame?”

“Letting all this die. Then it’s as if this was all for nothing.” Sebastian, too, had lost his spouse very early on. He’d remarried several times, attempting to fill the void, but the women never had. Ironically, after getting kicked in the head by Miss Happy Pants, he didn’t seem so sad any longer. However, he continued to enjoy running the farm with his children and helping Luci with her special projects each year.

“I do not want to see all our hard work disappear,” he added.

Luci didn’t really see it that way. They’d helped thousands of people who were out there in the world, setting an example and giving hope to others: True love was possible. It was exactly what the world needed.

And will continue needing long after you are gone.

“Well,” Luci sighed, “perhaps someone with our passion and particular talent will volunteer.”

Yes, someone who is a true believer.

THE END (Sort of)

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Registered nurse Macie Franklin (affectionately referred to as “Moo” by her friends) has always been known as “the fat girl.” And, after decades of failed diets, she’s never dared to dream of being anything but large and invisible to the opposite sex.

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