7
"Where exactly are we supposed to be going without a wallet, cards, or even my teddy bear?" Una asked her friend as they walked down the street.
Their apartment was several blocks behind them, and they neared the edge of the older commercial district with its small shops and sidewalks with broken edges. At that late-evening hour the streets were nearly deserted except for the occasional late-night shop and a car or two that passed by them. A cold wind blew stained newspapers and trash out of the full bins and into the streets.
"I think I know someone who'll help us," Lilly revealed as she stopped them before one of the small shops.
Una looked up at the cheery sign between the first and second floor. Her face drooped. "This is where you work."
"What's wrong with Baxter's Bakery?"
