CHAPTER 7 As Austin, Susan, and I sat on the front porch, I noticed what a busy place Random Farms Circle was on a sunny afternoon. I saw young mothers with strollers, kids on skateboards, and older couples walking tiny fluffy dogs on leashes. “I never realized how much foot traffic there is around here,” I said, an idea forming in the back of my brain. “I think we can use that to our advantage, financially.” “How?” asked Susan. “Well, one of the things on Mom’s grocery list for Nana was baking ingredients. Flour, shortening . . . chocolate chips.” “I’m listening . . .,” said Austin. “Broadway theaters sell refreshments, right? Well, what if we held a pre-show bake sale? We can set up a table right under the tree there. Look at all these people walking by! I bet they’ll be happy to buy a few cupcakes and cookies to support the arts.” “I like it,” said Susan. “Of course, I’m always up for anything that includes frosting.” “Let’s do it,” said Austin.
