Chapter 23 – What’s Cooking?
Saturday Morning, September 26th
Hannah’s Bakery
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“Look at you. You’re just the sweetest young thing. How old are you sweetcakes?”
Hannah gave Blake a tight lipped smile as she loaded half a dozen cookies into a small box for him. “I’m twenty,” she grudgingly told the rude man with bad breath. She really tried to be nice to all of the customers and it usually wasn’t a problem at all but she remembered this man from her days working in her father’s kennels. She hadn’t liked him then, when he was intent on buying hunting dogs from her father for far less than they were worth, and she didn’t care for him any more now. She was just grateful he didn’t seem to recognize her from her Amish days when he’d always ordered her about like she was his servant.
