CHAPTER EIGHT
"Hello, Connie," Angie said as she burst into Everyone's Fancy the next day. As usual, the shop was empty. It wasn't yet time for the afternoon tea room to open. She headed straight for the counter and began putting out freshly baked pastries.
Connie said nothing but picked up her feather duster and began flicking it over the knickknacks.
Angie finished putting out the first box of pastries, but instead of displaying those in the second box, she gazed at Connie's sour expression, and then sat at a table. She had spent all evening talking to Paavo (and, frankly, to herself) about the blow-up with Connie. She couldn't help but think about words Connie had said to her a while back, that while Angie's life seemed to be going well, Connie was feeling stuck in a routine. Connie
