Chapter 28
Over the counter, I handed Sheriff Bowles and Annie their coffees and scones. “Have a good morning, you two,” I said, already moving on to the next customer in line. I was smack in the middle of the breakfast rush but handling it fine. No sweat. I’d grown accustomed to working alone. The awkward and clumsy Christensen was long gone. I flashed a smile at Marilyn, a high school teacher and regular customer. “A tall Chai and whole-grain bagel with a touch of butter, right?”
“To go,” Marilyn said, throwing a thumb up.
I worked my way down the line, until everyone had been served and then went to the cash to ring orders up. I’d come up with this system of serving everyone first and charging them all later, and everyone agreed it was much faster this way. I was proud of myself for
