Lucky could tell that this bread wasn’t from today’s batch. It lacked the pleasant give of a fresh loaf, and he was pretty sure he’d seen the exact same one here yesterday. Having grown up with a mother who excelled in the kitchen, Lucky could always tell when the baked goods were fresh, which this bread most certainly was not. Still, though, he hated to see food go to waste, and decided he’d take it if he could get the clerk to knock fifty percent off the price. (His mother, in addition to passing on her knowledge in the kitchen, also taught him that a good deal should never be passed up).
This Market Is Not Really That Marvelous16 04 2010