our daily bread store page 1 by ric gustafson
Fran took a sip of her coffee and stared across Highway 86. " What do you think George?".
" Well, as your grandson and your accountant" the young man said as the sun beat down on him. " It's possible".
" Great". She smiled at her grandson. " I've wanted to own my own bread store since I was a little girl".
" Your mother enjoyed baking bread".
" Oh yes". She adjusted her red hat and stared across the busy highway. " Every day that I would come from home from school, I would smell fresh bread".
" And that has always been your dream".
" Yes". She kissed her grandson on the cheek. " Thank you for helping me fullfill my dream".
" Your welcome Grandma".
Peace and God's blessings. Love Ric
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