On this Monday, at least, we could have really used her help. Still, we’d made a few adjustments—switching simple molasses cookies in for the daily special instead of the more labor- and time-intensive chocolate croissants. Ben had stepped in to do some KP when he wasn’t needed at the register. Plus, the spacey feeling I got after practicing big magic came with a boost of extra energy. But that was wearing thin as I wiped my hands on a towel and quickly ran through my mental task list, checking things off. We’re in good shape. My stomach chose that moment to grumble loudly, and my thoughts shot to the fresh loaves of sourdough cooling on racks. Maybe just a nice, plain piece of buttered toast . . . A small noise drew my attention to Mungo, who was sitting patiently in the half-open door of the office. Waiting for his own seriously late breakfast. “Oh, gosh, little guy.
