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woman, and she’d roll over in her grave if I didn’t do what I’m a-doin’ for them pore wimmin.”
    â€œWell, since you put it that way, I reckon we don’t want your granny rolling over in her grave, now do we?”
    As I was rummaging through my bottomless pit for mywallet, the butcher leaned his arms on the counter and looked out the window. “You know,” he said, “there’s somebody you ought to meet. Name’s Mary—runs the donut shop.”
    I found my wallet and paid him two dollar bills. He rang it up and handed me the meat. “Can you manage it?”
    â€œI got it,” I said, then thanked him and asked if they had a day-old bread store in town.
    â€œSure have. It’s right down this street next to the video store. You can’t miss it.”
    I was almost out the door when he called after me. “Do you know where the donut shop is?”
    Of course, I didn’t. I shook my head.
    â€œWell, it’s on the other side of Main Street.” He came out from behind the counter to point the way. “Go down here to the foot of the hill and hang a left. There’s some roadwork a-goin’ on down there—street’s been flooded, but you can get around it. You’ll go ’bout half a mile and see the post office on the right. Mary’s shop is on that side street runs alongside the post office. You can’t miss it.”
    I knew I wasn’t interested in buying donuts, so I thanked him and was again about out the door when he added, “Every day when Mary closes shop, she throws away tons of those good donuts. You go down there at closing time, and she’ll be glad to give you all the donuts you can use.”
    Now that was a different story. I thanked him again and said I’d be sure to check that out.

    After I bought the bread, I went looking for the donut shop. I saw the post office but was in the wrong lane to make a turn. I tell you, I had a mischief of a time finding my way back. The streets in that town were something else! They twisted and turned and backtracked like you wouldn’t believe. It looked like to make the streets they just paved over the trails the pioneers had made going across the mountains. Made me laugh; they probably done that on purpose to discourage tourists from settling in Rockville.
    Mary and I hit it off right away. She was about my age, sixty-something-or-other. She said we could have all the donuts, Danish, and cream horns left over at the end of any day—that she had back trouble and it would be a help to have us unload all that stuff. I could not believe my ears!

    On the way home, I thought of a way we could give a little back for the donuts. On the days we came for the leftovers, I’d bring a couple of the Priscilla girls, and we’d help Mary clean up of an evening—wash those heavy trays and mop the floor.
    Driving back up the mountain, my heart was so full I just kept singing and saying, “Thank you, Jesus! Thank you, Jesus!”

    By the time I got to Priscilla’s it was nearly lunchtime. The girls swarmed around the car to help me unload.Seeing all the groceries seemed to break the gloomy spell that hung over the place.
    I asked them where Ursula was. One of the women, I think it was Linda, said Ursula was having a counseling session. I left it to the girls to take care of the groceries, and I climbed the stairs to my room.
    I hadn’t read the Bible all day, so I welcomed a little quiet time before the lunch bell rang. After I went to the bathroom, I plopped down in that easy chair. It didn’t fit me like my old recliner, but I thought maybe in time it would. I got out my prayer list and opened the Bible at the bookmark.
    I had hardly got started reading when Ursula called me into her office.

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    Ursula sat down behind her desk, looking very disturbed. “Esmeralda, by what means did you procure all these foodstuffs?”
    â€œFor the