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“The rain is turning Maple Street into a puddle again, and I’m out of patience.” “Then I’m out of coffee. Sit. The cinnamon rolls just came out, and they’re still steam-bright.” “I don’t trust anything still steam-bright. You know what that means.” “It means fresh. It means buttered. It means Mrs. Abernathy will stop by before the second tray cools and claim she dreamed about crumbs.” “Last Tuesday she dreamed about the cash register. I told her dreams don’t open with quarters.” “That was Tuesday. Today is only a rumor. Here, take the window seat. If you see Harold, don’t say hello; he’s practicing his innocent smile for the library board.” “He’s practicing? At eight in the morning?” “He’s been practicing since he sold the blueberry pies to the county fair. Those pies had thyme in them.” “Thyme is a herb.” “Thyme is a statement. And a statement is how someone ends up explaining himself to the town council. Now eat before the roll decides to apologize for being delicious.” “I’m not eating apologies.” “Everyone eats one eventually, especially when it’s warm.”