Ada and Ella pulled up in the car park ten minutes before Ada’s deadline. She found a space close to the office and felt better about the inherent security.
“I’ll pay for my stall. Won’t be long,” Ada promised.
“Can I come with you?”
Ada shrugged. “Sure. Is this the nearest farmers’ market to you?”
“Yes, we don’t have one in Eketāhuna. There was discussion of starting a market, but like so many things, we had talk with no action.”
Ada forced a smile. “Sounds familiar. Come on. I’ll introduce you to Sherry Walsh. She’s the powerhouse around here who organizes these things.”
There was a short queue when they arrived, but given Sherry’s efficiency, it moved fast.
“Hi, Sherry. This is my friend, Ella. She’s helping on my stall today,” Ada said.
Sherry’s glance took in Ella with her pin
