"Really?"
"Mhm!" Cecilia Adler handed it to her.
The girl, afraid Cecilia Adler would change her mind, snatched it and ran off without so much as a thank you.
The stall owner next to her couldn't stand it. "What kind of person is that? Not even a word of thanks. Hey, kid, you seem like an honest sort. My hair is thinning too, so I'd be willing to buy your hair growth cream. How about fifty cents a jar?"
"No can do. You get what you pay for, and mine is worth one-fifty." Cecilia Adler refused to lower her price.
She kept hawking her wares.
She shouted until her throat was hoarse, but she hadn't sold a single jar.
The neighboring stall owner told her to face reality.
Cecilia Adler considered pitching her product directly to stores, like a seafood supplier would.
She would find a procurement agent.
And give them a cut of the profits.
Just as she was thinking this over,
