our daily bread store page 2

our daily bread store page 2 by ric gustafson


With anger in her eyes, Fran stared across Highway 86. " What nerve of that woman".
" I thought you told me she used to be your best friend" her grandson George replied as he buttered a slice of fresh baked white bread.
" When we were kids" she replied in a sarcastic tone of voice. " We stopped being friends when she and her family became christians".
" Why are you so angry?".
" The nerve of that woman for opening a bread store across the street from my dream business".
" I wouldn 't worry about her".
" And why not?".
" Your store is established and your sales are better than we ever thought possible".
Even with the encouragement from her grandson, anger and rage filled her thoughts as she stared across the highway. The nerve of that Wilma Anderson.


Peace and God's blessings. Love Ric