Chapter 12The next day, Beth had us all meet midmorning in the storage area of Cuttings. What little was left of Christmas consisted of broken odds and ends, and a tiny pile of small unmatched gifts—like a single candlestick or one napkin—that Beth said were going to the mother of the boys who’d teased me. The woman was a nurse and used the gifts for her patients. I volunteered to wait for her and lock up afterward while the rest of them left for the day.
Kate started the short staff meeting by bringing us up to date about the business and our parts in it.
“Okay, I’ve given each of you catalogs for your particular areas and a budget. I need to have them back by next week so we can start ordering for later in the spring. In the meantime, Beth’s shipment of houseplants and household accent
