According to Heather, folks came early to a bake sale so they wouldn’t have to cook breakfast. Heather opened up a leather-bound notebook embossed with gold angel wings, and between customers they wrote down ideas for the ball. Heather, God love her heart, had never lived in a small town before Cadillac and thought she was keeping everything between the covers of her fancy little book. But nothing was ever a secret more than five minutes in Cadillac. If all the gossips died and were buried in the Cadillac cemetery, they’d figure out a way to tell tales from the graves. Heather was sitting in a cute little fold-out chair with a cup pocket on the side, her gold fingernail sparkling in the morning sun, when Nancy brought six loaves of banana bread and two dozen chocolate chip cookies to the sale. “How is it going?” Nancy asked. Heather pointed her brand-new gold fingernail at Nancy. “Today begins my marriage ministry in earnest and I’m so happy.
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