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Elise loved sitting in the sun, catching the strong afternoon rays. On a foldable chair behind a folding table, she looked up at the sky, her sunglasses taking the glare away. Over the past couple of weeks, she’d turned her skin a far more bronzed brown. Rachel was jealous of how easily she tanned.
“Excuse me, Miss, how much for the biscuits?” a woman in her sixties asked.
Sitting up straight, Elise took her shades off and gave her customer an apologetic look, before getting to her feet. “It’s two for a dollar today, ma’am. These were freshly made by Mike Dawson this morning. He’s such a fantastic baker, and he’s available to cater for parties and occasions of any size.”
“They certainly look tasty. I’ll take two dollars’ worth, if that’s okay?” The woman put her hand in her purse an
