January turned into February and I was making steady progress on the new bakery. René and I scheduled a walk-through for a late Saturday afternoon after his shop closed so he could see how things were going. It also happened to be Valentine’s Day, and Woody and Rafe had plans for a fancy restaurant up the coast, and a night at a bed and breakfast.
By the time René showed up, I was tired from a day of hammering, painting, and installation. “Serge?” he called from the front.
“Come on back and watch your step,” I replied and tried to wipe the worst of the dust from my face. I knew there was stuff in my hair, too. Definitely not going to impress anyone with my dress sense today.
René appeared, and took one look at me before laughing. “Oh, man! And I thought I looked bad when I was covered i
