After showering and getting dressed, I sat at the piano and stared at the keys until I grew sick of myself and went outside.
I went back to the gate, opened it, and surveyed the dusty road. The heat had begun to settle and the air smelled of nearby farms, heavy with life, fertile and pungent. The ripeness inspired courage and I grabbed the sign from behind the gate.
“Now or never.” I kicked apart the base of the A-frame sign so all four legs touched the ground. Today would be the first of many days I would be in business alone.
The lemonade in the store fridge had to go. It’d been weeks since it had been placed there, and though there were only several jars, I regretted throwing it out. It was the last of its kind. One by one, I dumped the contents of the jars into the sink by the shed,
