"I brought a lot of coffee from home. I was picturing a leisurely country life—waking up, brewing a cup of coffee, and watching the clouds drift by in the yard, but..." Joanne Warren gave a wry smile.
It wasn't that her fantasy was impossible, it just meant she'd have to watch the clouds drift by on an empty stomach.
Jessie Sterling asked, "So, you hauled all this out here to sell at the market?"
"Yeah." Joanne nodded. "A couple of hot buns for breakfast is a little better than a cup of coffee, don't you think?"
For some reason, Jessie Sterling suddenly let out a laugh.
"What are you laughing at?"
Jessie shook her head. "I just didn't expect to be selling off my worldly possessions on the very first day."
Joanne hadn't thought much of it at first, but after hearing what Jessie said, she couldn't help but laugh too.
It was a way to make the best of a bad situation.
