tall ladder to get up to the roof and look at what needed to be done. When he'd come back down an hour later, soaking wet, he'd informed her the entire roof would need to be fixed in the spring, but for now he'd patched it up as best he could. Now she'd have to budget for a new roof. She hadn't been up there and wondered what it entailed. Was it flat or did it have a slope? She supposed she should have asked Jack, but right as he was leaving, the truck with her refrigerators pulled up in the back alley.
While the two men were unloading and setting up her units, she mopped up the water and cleaned her workbench. The men finished their task and left. She knew the units wouldn't be cold enough to put all the food into them yet, so she went into the front room and sat at her laptop. After she finalized the design for the sign that would hang on the front of the old brick building, she sent a few emails to her friends back in Seattle. She'd had a few close friends while working at some of the top bakeries in Seattle. Josie had been her closest friend for the last few years. The short Asian woman had more fire in her than Sara had known what to do with at first. Her friend's actual name was Jyotsna, but she preferred to go by Josie, since she had moved to the United States when she was eight. They'd both worked for Seattle's West Bakery. At first the two hadn't gotten along, but then after Stephan, the owner's husband, had hit on both of them, they'd banded together. After that, they'd gone everywhere together.
Sara looked at her email to her friend and smiled. She hoped that Josie would reply and prayed with all her heart that she'd say “yes.”
Josie, I'm sorry I haven't emailed sooner. Bad Friend! I hope you had a great Thanksgiving, even though I know you don't really celebrate it. At least you had a day off. :) Anyway, I'm emailing to let you know I've finally done it! And no, I'm not talking about jumping out of an airplane. I'm opening my own bakery in Pride next month. Sara's Nook will be open for business around the middle of January. I'm dying for a few good employees, but will settle for you, if you're willing. LOL. There's a cute house for rent just down the street and I can't wait to get out of my mom's house. I think between the two of us, we could afford the rent. It's small, but in good shape. I'm sending you the address of the house and my shop so you can Google them. Please say yes, I'd die if I had to do this without you. Your wonderful tea cakes are what Sara's Nook needs! I can promise you at least what we made at SWB. I know it's a small cut from what you're making now, but everything is cheaper here in Pride. Call me. I know, I know. I should have called, but I'm too chicken. I'm afraid you'll say no and I think I can handle an email better than a call. But, if you're going to say yes, you can call me if you want. --Sara.
She read it over a few times and closed her eyes as she hit the send button. So far, she knew that Becca was going to be working part-time, but all her sister could do was stand behind the register and take orders. She needed at least two more bakers. She hated to seem desperate, but when the times called for it, she had no problem begging. Pride was a small town. For the most part, she knew everyone in it. She had a few possibilities for other workers, but wanted to hold out and hear from Josie first.
She couldn't wait to see what the place looked like after she was done. She and Allison were set to go antiquing tomorrow. She was nervous about finding the right pieces. What if she didn't find anything? There were stores in Portland, but she hated to settle for something new.
She locked up for the evening and enjoyed the stroll back to her car. She'd taken to parking it across the street at Patty's. That way it left the parking spots empty just in front of the store. She was halfway across the street when she noticed her windshield. It had been perfect, with no
While the two men were unloading and setting up her units, she mopped up the water and cleaned her workbench. The men finished their task and left. She knew the units wouldn't be cold enough to put all the food into them yet, so she went into the front room and sat at her laptop. After she finalized the design for the sign that would hang on the front of the old brick building, she sent a few emails to her friends back in Seattle. She'd had a few close friends while working at some of the top bakeries in Seattle. Josie had been her closest friend for the last few years. The short Asian woman had more fire in her than Sara had known what to do with at first. Her friend's actual name was Jyotsna, but she preferred to go by Josie, since she had moved to the United States when she was eight. They'd both worked for Seattle's West Bakery. At first the two hadn't gotten along, but then after Stephan, the owner's husband, had hit on both of them, they'd banded together. After that, they'd gone everywhere together.
Sara looked at her email to her friend and smiled. She hoped that Josie would reply and prayed with all her heart that she'd say “yes.”
Josie, I'm sorry I haven't emailed sooner. Bad Friend! I hope you had a great Thanksgiving, even though I know you don't really celebrate it. At least you had a day off. :) Anyway, I'm emailing to let you know I've finally done it! And no, I'm not talking about jumping out of an airplane. I'm opening my own bakery in Pride next month. Sara's Nook will be open for business around the middle of January. I'm dying for a few good employees, but will settle for you, if you're willing. LOL. There's a cute house for rent just down the street and I can't wait to get out of my mom's house. I think between the two of us, we could afford the rent. It's small, but in good shape. I'm sending you the address of the house and my shop so you can Google them. Please say yes, I'd die if I had to do this without you. Your wonderful tea cakes are what Sara's Nook needs! I can promise you at least what we made at SWB. I know it's a small cut from what you're making now, but everything is cheaper here in Pride. Call me. I know, I know. I should have called, but I'm too chicken. I'm afraid you'll say no and I think I can handle an email better than a call. But, if you're going to say yes, you can call me if you want. --Sara.
She read it over a few times and closed her eyes as she hit the send button. So far, she knew that Becca was going to be working part-time, but all her sister could do was stand behind the register and take orders. She needed at least two more bakers. She hated to seem desperate, but when the times called for it, she had no problem begging. Pride was a small town. For the most part, she knew everyone in it. She had a few possibilities for other workers, but wanted to hold out and hear from Josie first.
She couldn't wait to see what the place looked like after she was done. She and Allison were set to go antiquing tomorrow. She was nervous about finding the right pieces. What if she didn't find anything? There were stores in Portland, but she hated to settle for something new.
She locked up for the evening and enjoyed the stroll back to her car. She'd taken to parking it across the street at Patty's. That way it left the parking spots empty just in front of the store. She was halfway across the street when she noticed her windshield. It had been perfect, with no
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