“I’m just going to Marla’s. Hopefully, folks will have gotten the word that the library shindig is at her place.”
“You’re not going anywhere if your engine doesn’t turn over, Miss G. Give me your keys, okay?”
“Sure. Thanks.” I rooted around in my purse until I found my key chain. Once Tom was out the door, I tossed my espresso, which had gotten cold. Then I steamed some whipping cream, pulled a second double espresso, and combined the two into a hot, foamy mass. If it was that cold outside, I could work off the extra calories trucking my stuff to and fro.
Back to business. I sipped my drink and printed out the day’s menus. My walk-in revealed the wrapped grapefruits, ingredients for the cheese pies, and ham. I hustled these, along with the hotel pans of French toast, that also required
