Chapter 15
I spent the next day in a frenzy of baking, picking up ads and business cards from the printer store. Then, I ended up going to a department store and buying a few coolers that were stackable and attached to a dolly in the outdoors section.
My feet were killing me by the end of the day. But not having a job was so scary that I didn't have time to sit back and digest everything. I had to push forward.
The next morning I packed the cooler, a tote bag filled with signage, and set out to find a vendor.
By mid-afternoon, I was teary-eyed when I wheeled the cooler that contained the pies into Bonicio's Delicatessen. Patrons occupied every chair. Chatter competed with the shearing sounds of meat slicers and busy clerks shouting orders.
This was the seventh deli I'd approached with
