No one said a word.
Even if they proved the young woman was a vendor, the credit wouldn't be theirs.
Besides, the woman was well-dressed and had a rare little white bicycle.
Her family must be well-off, so even if she were taken in, she'd be let out right away.
And if she held a grudge against them, would they have an easy time of it?
After the vendors were led away as a group,
Cecilia Adler was herded into the line of buyers and forced to listen to a lecture for half an hour with her head down.
"Get out! Every one of you! Come back again and I'll lock you all up."
Everyone swarmed out.
Cecilia Adler could only watch helplessly as her goods were confiscated.
Sigh.
'What a terrible start!'
'I'll just have to try again next time.'
When Cecilia Adler rode her bike home, Ian Quincy had already finished cooking dinner.
It didn't taste very good.
But it was edible.
She told him about her ordeal as she ate.
Ian Quincy was both heartbroken and amused.
