Familiar scents of basil, sage, thyme and a dozen others greeted her like old friends. Inhaling the fragrant aromas of the fresh herbs did more than put a smile on her face; they helped settle her troubled mind. Maggie popped up from behind the counter. “Hey, stranger. Welcome back to the salt mines.” “Thanks Mags, good to be back. I am sorry for being away for so long, but the house needs a lot more work than I originally thought. I think I should hire a handyman.” Setting her purse on the counter, Carolyn saw a Band-Aid on Maggie’s forehead. “What did you do to yourself, or did you take up kick boxing?” Waving her hand dismissively, Maggie said, “Oh, you know, old klutzy me. I banged my head on a shelf the other day. So, you ready to get back to work?” “Just tell me where I should start?” Carolyn said with a smile. “There’s a grindstone in the backroom with your name on it.” “Oh, an order came in?”
