“You can’t come in my car. How will you get home?” Leah complained. “You should have thought of that before you trashed my car,” said Hardy. “Will you shut the fuck up about your car? You locked me in the trunk of it, remember? And I’m serious. This is the only car we have, and we need it for the ministry.” She tipped her head back and looked at the sky. “I’m not sure what time it is, but by seven, we need to make the first trip and pick up the day-old bread from the bakery. They aren’t allowed to sell it, so they give it to us, which is awesome. It makes such a difference to what meals we can provide.” Bram didn’t understand. “What do you mean? Like sandwiches?” “Sandwiches, of course, and toast, but also bread and butter puddings, thickening for soups and stews, croutons, crumbed batter for fish and meat, hundreds of different things.” Okay, so he didn’t know much about cooking.
