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Chapter Nineteen

Hazel

By eight fifty-two Saturday morning, I had learned three things.

Kori considered eight forty-five a legally binding appointment.

Crystal needed coffee before she was willing to participate in society.

And apparently, I could be bribed into getting out of bed before nine on a Saturday with the promise of a cinnamon roll the size of my head.

“This better be worth it,” I said.

Kori looked over her shoulder at me. “You’ve complained about the time six times.”

“It’s early,” I moaned.

“It’s almost nine.”

“On a Saturday,” I pointed out.

“Some people have already lived full lives today,” Crystal laughed.

“Those people need hobbies,” I grumbled.

Crystal snorted into the iced coffee she’d bought approximately thirty seconds after we’d arrived. “This is her hobby. Complaining.”

“Thank you.”

“That wasn’t a compliment.”

“I took it as one.”

We moved with the crowd through the farmers market, weaving between tables and tents while Kori attempted to see everything at once.

I had to admit it was pretty nice.

The weather was perfect. Warm without being hot yet, the sun was out, and there were enough people milling around to make the place feel busy without making me want to start elbowing strangers out of my way.

Tables stretched down both sides of the blocked-off street.

Vegetables.

Flowers.

Baked goods.

Homemade soaps.

Candles.

Jewelry.

Things made out of wood that I couldn’t identify.

One booth had approximately seventy different things with WELCOME painted on them.

Signs. Boards. A metal bucket. A wooden chicken.