So there sat Kelley. Imprisoned in the farm’s cellar by her horrid monster of a step-mother. With her father gone for the foreseeable future (once that man got into town and away from his overbearing and verbally abusive wife, he was loathe to return. Especially when he met up with other farmers and the home brews were brought out to sample…) Kelley knew that she would likely remain in the cellar for weeks.
Thankfully, being a storage cellar, there was plenty of food and jugs of juice and apple wine. And as Kelley had helped her father in the construction, and knowing how, erm… “creative” Grismelda could get in her punishments, they had created a small living area in anticipation of those times that Kelley and/or her father would be banished there. In this room was a cot, blankets, chamber pot, clothing, candles, a barrel of water – things that would help one survive their prison term.
Kelley spent the first few days doing a bit of cleaning and some reading. On the third day, as she lay daydreaming on the cot, her thoughts turned to her soap making. Thankfully, she had a bar of her success soap, so she was able to keep clean and she found herself taking small whiffs of the soap through the day. Yum! It was so MUCH better than anything any of the townswomen sold on market day. Nothing at the market could compare. In fact… Kelley sat straight up as she had a major light bulb moment (called “candle zaps” in the day, there not being lightbulbs yet.) — she could sell her soap! This would make her fabulously wealthy and it would so improve the smell of the town and inhabitants.
But before she could sell this, she needed a better mold. And she HAD to get more bottles of that delicious elixir that made the batch a success. And packaging. And so many other things.
Her mind in awhirl, Kelley grabbed a piece of charcoal and began to scratch out a business plan on the wall of the cellar bedroom…