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“Excellent,” Sarah says as soon as I walk into the kitchen. “An expert taster. Please judge these.”
As if that’s any great chore. I happily sample her sugar cookie with chips of homemade praline and a chocolate and praline version, too.
I close my eyes to savor every morsel. “Sarah … heaven.”
She smiles and gives me a little bow. “Thank you, Miss Markham. Two dozen of both should nicely round out the collection.”
She glances over her shoulder at her parents, who are both sitting at the kitchen table enjoying their cookies with tea while they go over a set of reports. Although “enjoying” might not be the right word, based on their expressions. They seem pretty engrossed in their conversation. Sarah motions with a tilt of her head for me to follow her out into the hallway.
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