Arrows, Statistics, and an Impossible UniformAnneNathan arrived at the bakery at eight in the morning with coffee, two slices of pie, and a council folder.I liked the first, the second won me over, the third deserved to be burned."Good morning," he said with a smile.I looked at the folder."Get that off my table.""They're reports," he said calmly."It's too early for bureaucracy to breathe near me."Nathan placed the folder on a chair and raised his hands."No bureaucracy.""Excellent."He handed me the coffee."Approved budget," he said, and I looked beside him."And the pie?""Contractual requirement.""You learn fast."Pippa was arranging jars in the back. Bernard hadn't arrived yet, and the workers had finished most of the repairs.For the first time, the bakery was starting to feel truly mine.We had left Mom's mural visible behind a protective panel. The three black moons continued watching us from the wall as if they knew something and enjoyed our ignorance.Nathan looked
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