As Rita and Helen giggled at the idea of Lily being a lawn stake, I plopped in a chair to watch all the organized chaos.
“You must be Ally,” a stranger called from the nearby Palizzi Farm Stand, the name displayed on a truck with pictures of peaches and tomatoes.
A woman in her forties, with auburn hair and a slim, fit build, smiled from behind a table. “I am. And you are?” I stood and walked over to the edge of the booth.
“I’m Janie Palizzi. This stand belongs to my family. I’ve heard a lot about you from my friends. Welcome to town.” Janie reached out to shake hands.
The firmness of her grip gained my immediate respect. “Nice to meet you, Janie! Hopefully, what your friends told you is not all bad stuff. I’ve only been in town less than a week.” I pointed a thumb at Helen and Rita
