She had another forty-five minutes before she had to leave for the church. The deacons had agreed to let her rent the church kitchen after Lucky had left as pastor. She was happy with the way it had worked out. She still had all the space she needed to make her desserts to supply her growing customer base. Plus, she was able to sell in the church store. She had even been able to call Ginny and offer her a job. The girl had been thrilled about quitting her job at the theatre and had started two days ago. “Would you like some help?” Willa offered Ember who was flipping bacon. “No, thanks. I have it under control.” The woman flinched when bacon grease popped up. It was the second pan she had watched the woman fry. Keep your mouth shut, keep it shut, Willa kept telling herself. Ember flinched again when a bubble of hot grease landed on her hand. “Damn.” Ember shook her hand in pain.
