Chapter 10
FAY’S CAFÉ WAS A GUILTY PLEASURE that Britta indulged in at least once a week. She brown-bagged her lunch most days, but the weekend hadn’t been restful at all—no time to prepare anything more than a granola bar and yogurt. It was nearly three o’clock before Britta had time to stop for a break. Her meager lunch wasn’t very appetizing. Lila’s lemon crème chocolates called to her from the white paper sack, but she resisted and tucked it deeper into her purse. The morning had left her strung out and wondering how she would get through the next couple weeks. She needed some medicine in the form of Fay’s famous cinnamon rolls.
The atmosphere in Fay’s Café always made Britta wish she could hang out and read her favorite book. Fay was in her twenties and was an incredibly talented ar
