Two weeks later and no job prospects had me feeling anxious. Sally was growing quickly, and she had an appetite like a growing boy. She was going to break my bank if I didn’t find employment soon. Of course, I didn’t feel the least bit guilty about stopping in at Bernacki’s every morning for breakfast. I could eat a lot cheaper, but those cinnamon rolls and kolaches were amazing. I’d missed them during the years I’d been away. Plus, I got to chat with Mr. B some mornings. It...