“It"s the finest available!” The man"s voice was filled with enthusiasm.
Margareatha eyed the dirty walls, the dirt floor, and the iron stove. The stove was an iron monster with a huge oven and a double rack. She could bake four pies at a time or two pies with one or two pans of yeast rolls.
“I"ll take it if one of the other rooms is suitable for a bedroom and one for storage. Is the outhouse decent?”
“Yes, it is. You won"t regret this, Miss Lawrence. You"ll be making a profit within the week! Tucson needs a fine bakery.” Mr. Alton Beasley was all salesman.
Mama had taught her to bake. The convent put her to work in the kitchen. The nuns might have considered her a heretic, but her rolls and pies they regarded as heavenly. Red had rented a house during the months they weren"t on the st
