This day again. There'd been the normal mutter and murmur about it, but in the end, things would be as they were. Hattie had thought that the fact that the kids (and adults) had money to spend now would settle some complainers, but there was always that sort in every town she supposed. It wasn't nothing to her. She'd go about her business either way.

Except, of course, for a young man who'd made himself a semi-permanent fixture in her shop come the weekend. She raised her eyebrows with a feign of being unamused; this decidedly ruined by the small smile on her face. "That name again, Mr. Gavin? You know well you don't have to sweet-talk me to get at your baby."