“Well?” Hannah asked when there was a lull in customers. “How is it going?”
Emily felt a tingle run from the tips of her fingers down to her toes. Her mouth was grinning so hard it nearly hurt. “Good.”
“Good?” Hannah asked, eyeing Emily with a discerning gaze honed by having children. “Oh, sweetie, that is not the face of good. That is the face of a woman who has seen God.”
“So many times.” Emily sighed blissfully. She laughed and shook her head, and organized a pile of receipts from the day into a single pile, separating them from yesterday’s. It felt good to be doing something useful. Sitting at home was great for a break, but after the first week it had pretty much been torture. They were filling in while Kyle was off doing a different kind of business. Emily didn’t know what, and sh
