Things were starting to click–to make sense, and I was making fewer mistakes and more prudent decisions. Nana hadn’t had any offers except from Mike Wyatt. No one seemed to be interested in buying the diner, and that was fine by me. The problem was summer was zipping by in a flash, too fast, which meant that I would be starting classes at Harrison within a month. This made me wonder what would happen to the diner. How many months would it sit closed until there was a buyer? Was I just doing this to prove something to myself, to my grandfather, to everyone else, to show them that I was capable? It was more than that. It was more than just dealing with the grief, than just proving a point. It made me feel whole, like I had a purpose. For the first time in my life, I was passionate about something which was both simultaneously exciting and utterly frightening. “I better start baking for tomorrow night. I’m sure Sidney will want to help,” Nana said. “Probably. I do, too. I haven’t helped you bake a pie in a long time.”
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