“D*mn! We re-counted the jar money and our net from the online sales; I guess it just seemed like we had more than we had, but really we only nickel and dimed it. And with volunteers from the parish picking up the slack, we were always able to meet the demand, even when it increased due to the day old goods. What are we going to do?" Faye exclaimed, her worry written all over her face.
“Rachel and I met with some wealthy people, but maybe they were just being polite to entertain our concern for the bakery," Arthur rationalized then continued. “They took our time, but didn't help out financially with a contribution. Here, look at the spreadsheet," he said, pulling out his laptop. “All of that research was for naught. My search for a new investor was in vain. Rachel's grassroots givi
