And so she told her mother when Ann dropped by in the middle of the day with a box of Margo’s old favorite. Chocolate chip cookies. “I just can’t believe it all happened,” Margo said over a greedy bite. “People have been coming in all day. This is the first break I could manage. Mum, I really think I have a business. I mean I wanted to believe it all along. I nearly believed it after the first day went so well. But Saturday night.” She closed her eyes and shoved the rest of the cookie into her mouth. “Saturday night I really believed it.” “You did a good job.” Ann sipped the tea she’d brewed in the upstairs kitchen. Though she raised an eyebrow at Margo’s choice of champagne—champagne at lunchtime!—she didn’t comment. “You’ve done a good job. All these years . . .” “All these years I’ve squandered my life, my time, my resources.” Margo shrugged her shoulder. “The old ant and grasshopper story again, Mum?”
