HANNAH’S DISCOVERY
A large figure filled the open door,
blocking out most of the morning sun.
Jake Morris surveyed the room until his
gaze fell upon two baskets. One marked for the general store, and the other
smaller one for the café in Ridgecrest. Unfolding the note in his hand, he
double-checked the quantity requested. Harper’s General Store ordered a bushel
of pecans in their shells, while Jo’s Café requested a bushel of pecans that
were shelled when delivered. The cafe’s order would fit nicely in the burlap
sacks dangling from his back pocket.
Jake was thankful for the past two years’
crop. The weather had been perfect, and for someone who hadn’t had any idea of
how to keep pecans, he thanked God every day. For more than he may rightfully
deserve he imagined.
His life could have been much different if
he’d stayed and followed in his father’s footsteps. Jake had wandered after
the war trying to purge the death and carnage from his memory. When he finally
returned home, his father had done his best to convince Jake to go into the
banking business with him. But Jake didn’t have the heart or desire to be
trapped in an office every day of his life, and that had caused tension between
his father and himself.
Instead, he turned to manual labor working
in the streets of Boston. It was a dirty, sweaty position, but he hadn’t found
anything more fulfilling at the time.
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