AutumnThe end of the business day always follows the same sort of rhythm. Counting and cashing out the register. Packing up any leftovers from the day’s baked goods to sort in the morning. Whatever is still good put on a discount and anything else donated to people who will appreciate the treats, even if they are a day or so old. Sweeping the floors, wiping down the surfaces, making sure everything is locked up.It’s usually soothing, a kind of meditative thing, even if it is work. There’s something about a routine and doing it in the quiet of my bakery that always makes me feel at peace, no matter how hectic the day has been.Of course, that usually requires there to be some peace to be found, and talking with my mother has a way of sucking the peace right out of any situation.I balance the phone between my ear and shoulder, sorting scones into two separate bags while I listen to her go on.“It’s one dinner, Autumn,” she says, and the disappointment and exasperation are already hea
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