Wanda was refilling coffee at one of the four occupied tables and chatting with some of the guys who worked for one of the farms nearby. They were talking about how they were happy the weather was so nice that day. It made their regular routine much easier. Valerie couldn’t help but listen as she straightened the bottom shelf below the counter and then turned to arrange the cups and straws.
The bell on the door, which was distinctive from the one in the service window, got her attention and she turned to see just the person she’d been meaning to talk to. “Mrs. Gregory!” she exclaimed. “How are you?”
Patricia Gregory always had a smile on her face, with a crown of white hair that made children mistake her for Mrs. Claus from time to time. “I’m just wonderful,” she said, cheerfully. “How a
