Chapter Six
Evan
I have no choice but to tell someone about this opportunity we have with the Food Channel. I’m due to bring my products in at noon today, which means I had to ask Elsie to come in again. So I chose to tell my mom. She’ll eventually be the one to sign the papers since she’s one of the rightful owners of the shop.
“Hey, sweetie, how is everything?” Mom rushes in and heads to the back, where she washes her hands.
“Good. A slower-than-normal morning.”
“Oh really? I wonder why?” Her dark curly hair, not unlike mine, doesn’t look as though it’s been brushed and it has a slight frizz today. She cut hers to shoulder-length since she doesn’t have the time to actually style it.
As usual, her full attention isn’t on anything I’m saying because she believes I have it all under c
