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The envelope had Mara’s name scrawled on it in childish penmanship. She pulled it loose from the shop’s front door, being careful not to yank so hard that the tape pulled up paint. She ran a fingernail under the back flap and slipped out an unfolded invitation to the grand opening of Ping’s Bakery the following Monday. Written on the back in a more mature script, Ping thanked her for fixing the floor mixer and made a personal plea for Mara to show up for the opening.
The construction of the bakery had been rapid and looked complete from the outside. Even so the place continued to hum with activity. Two men in white uniforms unloaded flour and other items from a food service truck parked out front, while another young man squeegeed the front windows. Construction worker
