Just a Small Little Town with the Stars in the Willow and the Moon Beaming Down

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Morning, Saturday August 8, Day 67
The Market

The day's pretty perfect for the market. Overcast, but not feelin' like rain and cooler than the last coupl'a days. That heat wave that hit us was rough, but the good thing 'bout havin' an orchard's that most of the stuff we grow weathers pretty well. So long's we don't get another of those crazy windy-rainy storms like we got a few weeks back, we should be good into the Autumn.

I got our booth set up early. Lot'a people still wasn't here yet. Manda came to help, too, before goin' to work with Kate at the General Store. She was all bubbly last night, talkin' 'bout gettin' hired an' all. Makes me real proud that she did well 'nough by Kate to get asked to stay on. She's so differen' from her sister in so many ways. The good ways, at that.

I'm sure hopin' we get to see a lot of people out today. Maybe sell enough crop that I can send Chris ta the bakery ta get himself somethin' sweet. I've got my hopes set on a trip ta the salon. Ain't never been to one before an' I think it'd be fun. The sign out front got me ta wonderin' if maybe I could get my ears pierced like Mama had. Or maybe even a tattoo. Never tell Daddy 'bout that, though. He'd probably be hollerin' three years later 'bout that.

"I've gotta run to work, El," Manda says.

"All right, hon. Thanks for your help. I'll see you later today, 'kay?"

"Okay," she says all chipper an' we kiss each others' cheeks. Then she's off, leavin' just me here. Chris don't like comin' to the market. He gets real bored sittin' here for four hours, but I like talkin' ta the people that come 'round, so I don't mind bein' the only one here.

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