Chapter Sixteen
Three weeks later
Lydia sat at a picnic table near her mother’s food truck, leafing through a shoe equipment catalog with Emmaline and Luci. “You sure it would be okay to put another industrial machine in the dining room?” The first check from Colton had arrived by certified mail the day before and was currently burning a hole in her pocket. She was anxious to get the ball rolling.
Luci shrugged, giving Lydia a wry smile. “When my parents gave me the bungalow, I never imagined it becoming a sweatshop.”
“I’ll be moved back into my apartment over the dress-shop as soon as Main Street reopens,” mentioned Emmaline. She turned to Lydia. “I have plenty of space in there. You’re welcome to move your equipment in while you’re in start-up.”
Lydia pulled a sketchbook out of the
