Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

from the old cash register to the tray of gingerbread cookies we were packaging.

“We could run a promotion on the website,” Diana said, her words coming in a quick, energetic burst. “Get people ordering the holiday boxes before the frost hits.”

“We have to get through the week first,” I said, sliding a sheet of parchment paper under the cookies.

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