Sandy
The Cafe was busy today. Sierra was taking the day off to stay at her mother's with the babies today. Don was in the back making pup and kitten treats. I smiled as I handed Mrs. Beechwood her apple tart, plus a cup filled with a birdseed-peanut butter mixture that her parakeet loved.
The morning went by fast, and when Heather walked in, I smiled widely.
“Hey, haven’t seen you in a few days. I want to apologize for blowing up at you all during dinner the other night,” I said.
“Oh, girl, it’s no big deal. If anyone has a right to blow up, it’s you. Anyway, I talked to Sierra. I need to place a large order for a work event. Anyway, you can take a seat with me, and we can go over what I want?”
“Sure. Let me go grab Don.”
I went and told Don I needed him up front, then grabbed ou
