Chapter 8Harriet sneaked George some stale bread as they were about to leave the bakery the next day. “For the hens.”
“People could eat this, Harriet.” He gladly took it, though. They were running low on chicken feed, as always, and not enough was growing for them not to need extra.
“I know, but I need eggs. Can I have twenty at the beginning of next week? I got an order for a wedding cake.”
Wedding cake? Did people still get married, and if they did, did they have cake like in the olden times? “Twenty?” He had to talk to June. Twenty eggs were doable, but at the beginning of the week?
“I collected eleven.” Mira grinned at Harriet.
“You did?”
“She did, but we ate half of them and I had planned to give the rest to the controller.” George sighed. “I must talk to June about what we have
