The Daily Grind was hopping Saturday morning, when Mary Alice stopped by to pick up coffees on her way over to Chad’s. They were headed to Lawley, the bigger town about forty-five minutes away, to do their shopping for Fountain of Hope.
Cassie Callister, the owner of the coffee shop, was bustling behind the counter with all the speed of a woman hooked up to an IV drip of espresso. “Hey Mary Alice, what can I get you?”
“I’ll have whatever you’re having. I could use a boost this morning.” Maybe it would make up for the lack of sleep she’d been getting the last couple of weeks because she and Chad had been staying up late every night working or talking. Crazy how fast that had become part of her routine.
Cassie ran her fingers through her turquoise streaked brown hair and laughed. “It’s an
