Tiny plumes of flour wafted in the air. She smacked the dustpan to the floor and stooped to finish the job. Customers would’ve been a welcome interruption. She couldn’t help replaying the scene on the courtroom balcony earlier in the day over and over again. Sergeant Parker declaring he had feelings for her. Why couldn’t it have been David? “You’re getting more dust on your dress than in the trashcan,” Sadie bustled from behind the counter, a bucket of soapy water in one hand and the mop in the other. The smell of bleach mingled with the sweeter aroma of baking bread. “You act like you have a burr under your saddle. What happened at the courthouse?” “Nothing.” It wasn’t exactly the truth. Annie didn’t lie. Even little lies led to problems. “I mean, Sergeant Parker, he said some things.” “Said some things?” Sadie dropped the mop into the water, put both hands around the handle, and stared at Annie. She didn’t look happy. She looked like Annie’s mudder had when Annie decided to cut her hair during her rumspringa.
