I tied on Mom's faded apron and smiled in response."Alright, Mr. Bloomberg. Just wait there for a bit, okay? I promise I'll feed you well!"Everyone laughed, easing the tense atmosphere from earlier.A young mother was standing not too far away, whom I recognized to be our neighbor from a street further down, Alice Parks. She held her son in her arms as she stepped forward and asked, "Mrs. Marshall, can I still place my order?"Mom was just about to reply when I beat her to it and said, "Sure! That'll be ten dollars each!"Mom was shocked. She hurriedly tugged at my sleeve and whispered, "Cathy! We've always been selling them for five dollars each…"I grinned at Alice and said, "Well, the nation's top scorer personally made this for you. I think it's quite a reasonable price, isn't it? You can even brag about it to others later."Alice chuckled in amusement as she dug into her pocket for her purse. "Then, I'll take two, please, with extra hot sauce and sour cream on the side.
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