Chapter 3
The cold snap ended just in time for the festival. It seemed to even warm up, which was good. Becky wore her thickest sweater, but no jacket. She had been up since five in the morning, earlier than her usual, only to be stressing out over whether her table was good enough. Now, at eleven, she was holding a mug of coffee and surveying her table at the festival.
It was still early and everyone was just setting up, but it was a good chance for all the small business owners to really talk and see each other. They wouldn't officially open for another twenty minutes. Becky had insisted on being forty minutes early.
"Did we bring the cash box?" Becky asked.
"Yes," Declan said. It was the fourth time she had asked, despite remembering packing said cashbox earlier that morning. She ju
