Gold and Lantern
A cozy “holiday” rom-com about found family and romance at any age
Miriam Gold pushed open the door to the Golden Lantern and was greeted by the now familiar scent of ginger, sesame, and oil. She shook the light dusting of snow from her coat before entering and stomped the snow from her boots on a mat placed for that purpose. Her favorite corner booth, nestled deep within the restaurant’s red décor, had a small porcelain tea pot wafting steam into the air. Somehow, own Li Wei “Johnny” Chen always knew when she would arrive.
Her hands tightened on the plastic container of rugelach she brought for the kitchen staff when she caught a glimpse of Johnny disappearing through the white curtains that separated the front and back of the restaurant. The curtains parted slightly and she glanced away when she caught Johnny peeking out. The quick look was enough to give her a flutter in her chest, a flutter that whisper maybe, just maybe, this Christmas would feel a little bit different.
Miriam smiled warmly at Xiaoyan at the front counter and set down the container of rugelach. Xiaoyan, who went by Sandy because not many people in their town could pronounce her name, was Johnny’s niece and the “heir apparent” to the Golden Lantern.
“Hey, Sandy. It’s that time again,” Miriam said and pushed the container forward.
“Miss Miriam, you are the best! I know the fellas will love this, as always.” Sandy patted the top of the box gently and jerked her head towards Miriam’s corner. “He guessed you’d be in this afternoon, the tea is ready and he’ll be out soon with your order.”
With a warm smile to Sandy, Miriam set her coat on the rack. She tugged at the sleeves of her cardigan as she crossed the room. Every other restaurant in town closed by noon on Christmas Eve, but here at the Golden Lantern, an eclectic group was starting to form. Her chaotic little Christmas family. She gave a little wave to Jo and Max, the couple who owned the local motorcycle shop next door, and whose families shunned them during the holiday season. The two women had been coming to the Lantern for Christmas Eve almost as long as Miriam had.
The Lantern’s red décor had a smattering of green here and there to match the season. In a booth sporting a small green garland, Chase sat knitting and nodding along with Bella and Rayna, most likely discussing the latest make up trends as they enjoyed dim sum and beers. Miriam gave them a little wave as she slipped into her booth which Bella returned in an enthusiastic wave and clacking of inch long acrylics.
She sat quietly sipping tea as the Christmas Eve regulars trickled in. In ones and twos, singing Christmas carols slightly off-key, decked in a dusting of glitter, or simply dressed in non-holiday wear, they cheerfully greeted each other. Every one of them was alone or away from intolerant families during the holidays and yet, they walked in and interacted with the chaotic warmth of a family. In the decade since her husband’s passing, she had come to think of them as her little holiday family. One of her sons was in the Army, stationed far from her and was rarely able to get the leave to come home. Her other son had won favor with his colleagues by volunteering for Christmas shifts at his ER every year without fail. Miriam had never begrudged them their jobs, as both were saving lives, but the last decade had made the Christian holiday echoingly empty for her. At least, until the Golden lantern had opened seven years ago and she met the soft-spoken and hardworking owner along with the passel of young people who found their family in Johnny’s bright red décor.
“I see our kids are in fine form this year,” Johnny said quietly as he slipped a plate of sesame chicken in front of her.
“Your food is excellent and the, what do they call it? Vibe? The vibe is welcoming,” Miriam told him with a gentle smile.
He gave her a small nod. “I’m making Peking duck for the special tomorrow. That is, if you’ll be returning?” There was something wistful in his question that made Miriam’s chest flutter again.
“Always, Johnny.” She reached out for his hand before pulling it back. “I mean, how could I miss your signature dish?” she asked quickly to cover her embarrassment.
Johnny gave her another nod before heading back toward the kitchen. Sandy asked him something in rapid Chinese and he responded with a quick glance back to Miriam before pushing into the kitchen.
“Ooooh, girl, that’s tea!” Rayna told Bella and Chase at their table.
“You still haven’t told him you speak Chinese?” Bella asked slyly.
“Nope,” she said and bit down on a dumpling. “If the military is going to fire me for being me and lose my skills, I won’t be sharing that I have them.”
“Ok, you naughty bitch, what did he say?” Chase asked without looking up from his knitting.
“Sandy asked him when he was going to ask Miriam out and he said he wasn’t brave enough to reveal his crush.”
Bella’s expertly drawn eyebrows shot up and Chase gave a knowing smile.
“And she has no idea,” Chase said as he set down his knitting.
The trio leaned out of the booth to look at Miriam. Had she not been looking wistfully after Johnny, she would have seen them. But she was so intent on him that she missed even Bella’s big personality and bigger eyebrows staring at her.
“You know what this means?” Bella asked them.
“Meddling?” Rayna said with a wicked smile.
“A little holiday sparkle and magic!” Chase said, matching Reyna’s grin.
“I think we can handle Miriam, but we may need to recruit help with Johnny.” Bella’s eyes fell on Jo and Max across the restaurant from them. “And I know just who.”
Bella, out of her heels and wig from a brunch show, was still an imposing figure in her make up as she approached the couple.
“Ladies,” she said.
“Hey Bella! We caught the show this morning. Loved it! Just the perfect amount of camp.” Jo told her.
“Aww, thank you, baby. But I’m here for another reason. Trying to conjure up a little holiday magic.” She nodded towards the kitchen then looked at Miriam.
“You see it too?” Max asked.
“Mmm hmm. I think it’s time to get Mom and Dad together.”
“Just tell us what you need,” Jo told her.
Bella settled at their table and they started plotting their mischief.
“Well, hey, Ms. Miriam,” Bella crooned a few moments later as she approached Miriam’s table.
“Hey kids, good afternoon.” Miriam shuffled over in her booth to make room for them.
Reyna, nearly as tall as Bella, slid in next to her and tucked her legs up tight. Chase followed Bella in on the other side of the booth.
“We are doing community service today, Ma,” Reyna said earnestly.
“Oh? That’s lovely dear,” Miriam said with a broad smile. “It’s a good season for it. Who are you helping?”
“You,” the trio answered, almost in unison.
“Oh, kids,” she said and gave them a playful swat. “You know I have everything I need.” But her eyes flicked to Jonny, deep in conversation with Jo and Max across the restaurant.
“Mmm hmm,” Bella hummed knowingly. “We’re doing community service glam style this year. And we want to give you a makeover.”
“Don’t you think that’s a little bit of a waste for someone my age?”
Reyna shot a look toward Johnny, Jo, and Max. “No, Ma, I think you are just the perfect candidate.”
Across the restaurant, Johnny yelled towards the back. “Sandy, hold things down a bit, I’m going out.”
Sandy’s head poked out between the curtain, gave the room one look and nodded with a huge grin spread across her cheeks. “You got it, Uncle Johnny.”
“Come with us to the theater. All my makeup is there and the lighting in my dressing room is to die for.” Bella made to rise, forcing Chase to pop up from his seat in the booth.
Reyna stood too and held her hand out for Miriam. “Come on, Ma. It’s the season of giving after all.”
Miriam put her slim hand in Reyna’s large warm hand and allowed herself to be pulled up.
“Wait!” She said and quickly dropped a twenty on the booth’s table before allowing the enthusiastic trio to pull her along.
“Sandy, they’re kidnapping me!” Miriam said with a giggle. “I left money on the table.”
“Thanks, Ms. Miriam,” Sandy said. She gave the tall trio a glance and smiled again. “See you soon.”
They walked briskly in the cold air as a light dusting of snow swirled around them. A short walk later, Bella was tugging on the stage door of their local theater. Inside it was warm and chaotic with bright fabric and shining sequined dressed casually tossed everywhere. Posters with Bella’s face, surrounded by other performers, dotted the walls. Rather than feeling claustrophobic, the space felt cozy. Bella had poured her heart into it, turning a rundown dump of a theater into a thriving enterprise with her drag shows as the crown jewel.
“In here,” she said and pushed open the door to her dressing room.
Unlike the riot outside, dresses of every color and accented with sequins or jewels hung from neat racks. Row upon row of large heels stood in neat lines below them. Two tall white shelves held rows of bright wigs on Styrofoam heads. On the far wall, a counter was weighed down with makeup and dominated by a large, well-lit mirror. The whole room smelled like hairspray and ambition.
Bella pulled her to the dressing table and began assessing her in the light. Over Miriam’s other shoulder, Chase and Reyna peered at her reflection as well.
Miriam considered her reflection as the trio discussed her glow up. The woman who stared back at her was a well lived life wrapped in a cardigan, sensible shoes, and a warm, but cautious smile. She didn’t think of herself as old, but time had certainly left its mark on her. Her once dark brown hair was threaded with gray and fine lines gathered at her eyes. Lines formed by years of smiles and more recently a sharp grief that had slowly ebbed to a dull ache.
She tugged at the hem of her cardigan.
“Oh no, Mom, we are not hiding behind neutrals today!” Bella told her firmly. She put on acrylic tipped finger under Miriam’s chin and tilted it up towards the lights. “This is my sacred space. A temple to transformation,” she gave Reyna a quick smile in the mirror. “And we want to see our sweet Mom glowing with the love and light was all see inside you.”
Miriam reached up and clutched Bella’s hand with a hopeful smile. “Then let’s see what you can do, dear.”
Primers and powder flew under Bella’s expert touch. Reyna pawed through lipsticks until she came up with the perfect shaded of cranberry. But Chase frowned slightly as he took in her frame.
“Bella, nothing you have is going to fit her,” he said quietly.
Bella and Reyna, both well over six feet tall, looked down at Miriam.
“No, definitely not.” Reyan’s gaze whipped back to Chase. “You on the other hand…”
“Oh, yes!” Bella’s smile turned wicked once more. “Chase, I saved everything from your foray into drag. It’s in bay three. Be a dear and fetch it.”
“You really saved it?” he asked with a hesitant smile.
“You did drag, dear?” Miriam asked in almost the same second.
Chase blushed and nodded.
“He was excellent!” Bella declared. “Brought down the house. But his coworkers were less than enthusiastic about it, so he dropped out.”
Miriam placed a hand on Chases’ wrist. “I’m sure you were excellent, dear. And if you ever need someone to knock sense in those banker boys, you let me know.”
“Mom?”
“Son, with a name like ‘Gold,’ did you think I was poor?” Miriam’s voice was laced with a wicked laugh. “One word from their biggest personal account and I’m quite certain I can halt that nonsense. Do what you love, baby.” She gave his wrist a squeeze.
“Thank you, Mom.” Chase placed a quick kiss on her cheek.
“Don’t you mess with her foundation!” Bella swatted at him. “I don’t have setting spray down yet! Go get your wardrobe.”
Miriam glanced in the mirror as he dashed down the hallway. “You aren’t trying something ridiculous like making me look twenty again, are you?”
“No, we want something elegant. You’ll look age appropriate, whatever that means, but refreshed and bright. Our Christmas Mother needs to look like the regal queen she is,” Bella told her.
Reyna’s hands were steady, almost reverent, as she brushed Miriam’s cheeks. The delicate pink blush glided on, her touch light as snowfall. “The best looks come from working with that you have. I have a strong jawline, but it’s softened with the right contour. You have beautiful bone structure,” Reyna murmured. “In case you forgot.”
“I may have. No one has reminded me of it lately.”
“Criminal,” Bella said with theatrical outrage. “Absolutely criminal. Perhaps our work and bring the right kind of eyes to your look.”
Miriam blushed, thinking of Johnny, and the look on Bella and Reyna’s faces told her that’s what they hoped for too.
Bella was pulling out a brush and curling iron as Chase burst back in, arms full of fabric. Teal, cranberry, gold, and something that shimmered under Bella’s lights. He held them up for Bella’s approval.
“Cranberry,” Bella said quickly. “Your face is done, go slip into that pantsuit and no peeking!”
When Miriam emerged from the corner changing space, the trio had turned the chair away from the mirror.
“The best part of the makeover is always the reveal,” Reyna told her and patted the chair.
They went to work on her hair. Ironing. Curling. Setting. Spraying. Miriam let the last of her worry flow out, putting her trust in her holiday family.
“Ready?” Bella asked her when they were all done.
Miriam nodded and they spun her around. She inhaled sharply.
As promised, she didn’t look younger. But she looked … present. A spark of the old her shone through. She looked bright eyed and hopeful.
Her curls were tamed into something soft and loose. Her cheeks were a perfect hue of pink and her lips matched the cranberry suit she wore, bringing a warmth to her look.
Miriam felt something loosen inside her chest. Not grief exactly. Not loss. Just the quiet release of a woman remembering herself.
“Oh,” she said softly, fingers hovering over her chest. “Well. Would you look at that.”
Bella beamed. “There you are, Mom.”
Johnny stood on a small pedestal facing three mirrors, tilted to catch him from every angle. An older man of unassuming height and quiet demeanor looked back at him, his hands rubbing the khaki pants Jo and Max had pushed at him.
“You’re doing the thing again, Johnny,” Max said from where she lounged against a wall, chewing thoughtfully on a toothpick.
Johnny blinked as Jo circled him with a sharp, appraising look. “What thing?”
“That thing where you try to fade into the background. You’re more than furniture, Johnny. You don’t need permission to exist.”
Jo smiled at her partner. Max caught her hand and brought it to her lips, kissing it gently. “No one needs permission to exist,” Jo said quietly. “Now stand up straight, Jonny, I want to see how the break in those trousers hits.”
“I’m fine, ladies.” He assured them. “This is already too much trouble. Miriam comes to eat. I cook. She likes my food. It’s as simple as that. That’s enough.”
“Just because we had a time finding the last open men’s clothing shop on Christmas Eve doesn’t mean it was trouble. You’re worth it,” Jo assured him.
“It’s not enough, Johnny, its safe. There’s a difference.” Max ran a hand through her short blonde hair. She watched as Jo pulled a pine green shirt from the rack. “You can exist. That’s safe. Or you can love. That’s living.”
Jo helped him into the shirt, color as rich as pine needles against snow. She buttoned it with a loving tenderness. “You take care of everyone in your restaurant,” she told him. “You listen. You care. You give us misfits a place to land. You’re our holiday Dad and you love us. Why do you think you don’t deserve the same?”
Johnny swallowed. “Because love is a risk. I’m old. I’m set in my life. I can continue like this happily.”
“But are you surviving? Or are you living?” Jo asked quietly.
“Love is a risk but so is living,” Max told him. “Ask any one of your holiday kids how much of their life is a risk.”
Johnny nodded. The ladies were right. He’d seen his ‘kids’ come in on their worst days. He’d seen Chase come in with bruises he never addressed and offered a place to stay if he ever felt unsafe. After that, Chase had come in once a week for wonton soup and fatherly advice since that time.
Reyna had been a mess in the months after she had been kicked out of the Army. Upset by the loss of her livelihood and feeling unbalanced as she started her hormones, Reyna had been on the brink of something drastic. Johnny had quietly called in Bella, whose show was just starting to take off, and the two had hit it off. Johnny had let Reyna cash on his couch for weeks while looking for a job and housing.
He had even helped Jo and Max on occasion. While the two women were formidable, yoked with muscle from years of handling bikes and heavy tools, on rare occasions they would text Johnny or Sandy said they had trouble. On those days, the entire kitchen emptied out into their joint parking lot and anyone harassing the two women were faced with a small posse armed with knives and Johnny’s pump action shotgun.
Johnny picked his eyes up from the floor and gave them a smile. “I do love my family.”
“You love Miriam too,” Jo said as she slipped the straps to a pair of suspenders up his shoulders.
Johnny nodded again.
“And she loves being there. Around you,” Max told him.
Jo adjusted his collar and stepped back for him to look. The man in the mirror was barely recognizable. His face was the same, but he was stronger. Braver.
“People say this is the season of miracles,” Jo said and leaned into Max’s shoulder. “We say it’s the season of taking chances.”
Johnny rolled his shoulders back and stood up straight. The smile on his lips was small, but real.
On our way back, ETA 5 minutes.
Jo’s phone dinged as Max drove them back. She gave Max a significant look and held up five fingers.
“Perfect, so are we,” Max said quietly.
“Should we park around back, Johnny?” Jo asked him.
“Yes please, you can use my usual spot.”
Same ETA. We’re coming in the back. You all coming in the front?
Guuuuurl. Don’t tease me. 😉
Chase!
Yes, we’ll have Miriam upfront.
Jo nodded at Max as she pulled into Johnny’s parking spot.
The trio walked past the dumpster and pushed into the kitchen. His staff gave him a round of nods and waves as he walked past. The tinkling sound of the bell on the Golden Lantern’s front door told them Miriam and her trio were returning as well.
“Be bold, Johnny. Be brave.” Max told him with a slap on the back. She held back the white curtain and stepped aside.
The two groups stood facing each other. The younger folks grinning and their two holiday parents finally seeing one another.
Both froze, clearly stunned by the others’ transformation.
Johnny broke the silence first with a sharp inhale as he took in Miriam in her cranberry suit. Miriam gave Johnny an appreciative look before her face fell. She shook her head and took a step back.
“No. No, I can’t,” she whispered.
Pushing between Bella and Reyna, she fled through the door into the snowy evening. The younger crowd gave a sigh of disappointment and Johnnys shoulders sagged.
An hour later, their hastily assembled group chat was a hub of frustration and disappointment.
Jo: B, she looked so lovely.
Bella: Thanks, Jo. She seemed so happy and light as we walked over. I don’t know what happened.
Chase: They’re both scared.
Max: I mean, who isn’t scared by the idea of opening yourself up?
There was a round of agreement amongst them.
Reyna: What they need is an intervention.
Chase: Yes! We need to lure them in, get them together, then ditch them so they have to deal with each other AND their feelings.
Max: one sec…
**Sandy has entered the chat**
Max: Hey, Sandy. We’re doing our best but these two are just the worst! Got any ideas on how to make your Uncle let his guard down?
Sandy: I sure do. You are all invited to join us in our annual family dumpling circle.
Chase: You have an annual family dumpling circle?
Sandy: We do now! 🙂
Chase: ^.^
Sandy: Uncle will be at the shop all day but bring Miriam by around 3. That’s between the lunch and dinner rush. I’ll make sure everything is set up.
Bella: Love you Sandy, kisses doll.
At three the next afternoon Miriam, holding another container, this time filled with fresh latkes, was tugged through the door by a gently insistent Reyna. She was back in her usual cardigan and slacks but had picked a dark blue that set off the beautiful gold necklace and earrings she wore.
“I swear, Ma, we’re just making dumplings. Sandy says it’s a family thing and since we’re all practically family at this point, we’re welcomed to join.”
“Are you sure, Reyna?” There was a flutter in her chest at the mention of Jonny’s family. “I’m so embarrassed about yesterday. I don’t know what came over me. He was there and looking so handsome and I just…”
“Chickened out?”
“Yes,” Miriam said glumly.
“It’s ok, Ma. It’s human. But please, promise me that you’ll stay this time? I’ll be with you the whole time.”
“I promise.”
Sandy waved them in and pointed to the white curtain that separated the front and back of the restaurant.
“Hanukkah ended a few days ago, but I made you some fresh latkes,” Miriam told Sandy and held up the container.
“If they’re half as good as those little pastries you brought yesterday, they’ll be gone before we’ve boiled the last batch of dumplings.” Sandy took them with a smile.
They ducked through and she steered them to a big stainless-steel table near the back door. The rest of their little family sat around it with flour strewn everywhere and a pale dough resting in a stainless-steel bowl.
“The dough has already rested, now we need to roll the wrappers and fill them.” Sandy gave Miriam a quick grin. “Don’t worry, Ms. Miriam, its chicken dumplings; we’ll save the pork dumplings for later.”
“Thank you, dear,” Miriam said and placed a gentle hand on her arm.
Sandy set her hand on top and gently steered Miriam to the table before she could flee again. There were several open seats as they approached and Miriam was disappointed to see Johnny already flanked by Bella and Jo.
“Hey, Jo. You are righty or a lefty?” Sandy asked her.
“Southpaw,” Jo told her.
“Damn, Uncle Johnny is a righty, you two will be bumping elbows all night. Miriam, are you right handed?”
“Uh, yes.”
“Great. Jo, go sit by your lovely wife, Ms. Miriam, go sit by Uncle.”
Miriam blushed but took Jo’s vacant seat. She gave Johnny a small smile, which he hesitantly returned.
“Ok family, listen up because dumplings are tough little boogers. The dough dries fast and if you don’t wrap them right, they’ll fall apart while I boil them.” Sandy slapped the dough in front of her. “Left side of the table, you’ll be rolling. Right side, you’ll be filling and wrapping.”
“Which side is left?” Chase asked.
“My left! You,” she said and pointed a flour dusted finger at him.
“Yes, ma’am, drill sergeant,” he said with a mock salute. “Sorry,” he said when he saw Reyna cringe.
“Roll them thin. Like CD thin. And don’t tell me you don’t know what a CD is, you aren’t that much younger than me! Then pass it across.” Sandy turned her focus to Miriam, Johnny, and Bella. “You three will be filling and wrapping. Uncle Johnny, I’ll let you demonstrate with me.”
Sandy rolled a long line of dough then quickly chopped it into a dozen evenly sized portions. She didn’t speak as her hands rolled the dough is practiced ease. She held one up to show how delicate it was before passing it to Johnny. Like Sandy, his hands moved with an ease that spoke of long years making dumplings. A dab of filling went into its center before Johnny’s deft fingers rolled and pinched the dumpling into its final shape.
Something about Johnny’s movements made Miriam blush and look away to hide a grin.
Miriam’s blush was lost to Johnny but not the others at the table. A round of knowing smiles flashes between the younger generation.
“And that’s it,” Sandy said. “We’ll help you but after a few tries, I’m sure you’ll get the hand of it.”
The group began to roll and assemble the dumplings, easily chatting away while Christmas music played in the background. By the time the third variation of “Carol of the Bells” played, Sandy was hard at work dropping their assembled dumplings into a large pot of boiling water. A few had fallen apart during the first round but with some gentle corrections from her and Johnny, the group had improved.
“I think I need a quick bathroom break,” Jo said suddenly. She looked at Max who nodded.
“Me too. We’ll be right back.”
“Hey, Johnny, think we could raid the cooler?” Chase asked.
Johnny gave a light laugh and smiled. “You’ve been hard at work; I think you’ve earned it.”
“Thanks, Pops,” he said. “Reyna, Bella, help me carry some in here.”
The trio popped up and sauntered to the front of the restaurant with the casual coolness of someone trying very hard to look casual and failing.
“Oh my god, I think I’ve needed to use the bathroom for an hour now,” Sandy said abruptly. “This batch is good. I’ll pick up when I get back.”
Sandy tossed her apron over a chair and followed the others, leaving Johnny and Miriam alone at the table.
The kitchen seemed to grow quiet with only the soft bubbling of Sandy’s pot and the holiday hits coming from the radio.
Miriam wanted to say something. Something to make up for her fleeing the day before. Her mouth opened then closed.
“I wanted to say –” Johnny started.
“I’m really sorry about yesterday –” Miriam began as well.
“Oh, I’m sorry, you first,” Johnny told her.
Miriam blushed. “I’m so sorry about running out yesterday. You looked very nice.”
For the first time, Johhny blushed. “Thank you, Miriam. You looked good too.”
Silence fell between them again.
Miriam watched Johnny from the corner of her eye, studying how deftly he wrapped the dumplings. The flutter in her chest returned.
“Johnny, I –” she began to say but her words seemed to startle him and he dropped the ball of flour he was holding onto a pile of flour. The ball’s impact sent flour flying over the pair.
Miriam sat with her mouth hanging open for a moment before bursting into laughter. She popped up off her stool and dusted herself off. Johnny rose too and she reached out to pat the flour off of him as well. His hand caught hers as she dusted his chest.
Their eyes met and for a moment, the world melted away. A shy and hesitant smile crossed Johnny’s face and he caressed her hand with his thumb.
“I love your laugh. It lights up everything around you,” he told her earnestly. “You bring light into this place. Into me.”
“You’ve been my favorite part of Christmas, long before I realized it,” she told him with a blush.
Max’s words echoed in Johnny’s ears: Be bold. Be brave.
He leaned in and very gently kissed Miriam on the lips. She responded by pressing herself closer to him, wrapping her hands around his neck as she kissed him passionately.
The cheers that erupted from the white curtain, pulled all the way back now, finally broke them apart. Their little family rushed in and caught them in a huge group hug. Reyna held a sprig of mistletoe over their heads and without a word, the two kissed again.
“I guess we really will have to make this an annual family tradition,” Sandy said with a happy sigh.
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