our daily bread store page 1 by ric gustafson
Fran took a sip of her coffee. She was staring across Highway 86. " What do you think George?".
" Well, as your grandson and your accountant". He smiled. " It's possible".
" Great". She hugged her grandson. " I've always wanted to own my own bread store". She smiled. " Ever since I was a little girl".
" Your mother enjoyed baking bread".
" Oh yes". She adjusted her red hat. " Every day after school, I would smell fresh bread".
" And that has always been your dream".
" Yes". She hugged him again. " Thank you for helping me fulfill my dream".
" Your welcome Grandma".
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Peace and God's blessings. Love Ric
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