One week later:
“Tina, did you get that order in for the beer?” Grandma Pearl’s muffled voice echoed from behind the bar. “Hah! Another treasure trove.”
“It should be here by ten o’clock,” Tina replied, stepping out of her office. “What are you doing now?”
Tina’s eyes glittered with amusement when she saw a flash of red feathers coming out from behind the bar where her grandmother was obviously at. She grinned and bent down to open her arms. A moment later, Ruby, Tina’s pet hen, lay nestled in her arms.
Pearl St. Claire’s short crop of silver white hair popped up from where she had been looking under the bar. Tina bit back a grin when she saw three light brown eggs in her hands. Ruby, a six month old Orpington Chicken, had been a surprise early one morning when Tina went to throw out s
