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Chapters (62)
  1. Cover
  2. Half Title Page
  3. Books by Katie Powner
  4. Title Page
  5. Copyright Page
  6. Dedication
  7. ONE
  8. TWO
  9. THREE
  10. FOUR
  11. FIVE
  12. SIX
  13. SEVEN
  14. EIGHT
  15. NINE
  16. TEN
  17. ELEVEN
  18. TWELVE
  19. THIRTEEN
  20. FOURTEEN
  21. FIFTEEN
  22. SIXTEEN
  23. SEVENTEEN
  24. EIGHTEEN
  25. NINETEEN
  26. TWENTY
  27. TWENTY-ONE
  28. TWENTY-TWO
  29. TWENTY-THREE
  30. TWENTY-FOUR
  31. TWENTY-FIVE
  32. TWENTY-SIX
  33. TWENTY-SEVEN
  34. TWENTY-EIGHT
  35. TWENTY-NINE
  36. THIRTY
  37. THIRTY-ONE
  38. THIRTY-TWO
  39. THIRTY-THREE
  40. THIRTY-FOUR
  41. THIRTY-FIVE
  42. THIRTY-SIX
  43. THIRTY-SEVEN
  44. THIRTY-EIGHT
  45. THIRTY-NINE
  46. FORTY
  47. FORTY-ONE
  48. FORTY-TWO
  49. FORTY-THREE
  50. FORTY-FOUR
  51. FORTY-FIVE
  52. FORTY-SIX
  53. FORTY-SEVEN
  54. FORTY-EIGHT
  55. FORTY-NINE
  56. FIFTY
  57. FIFTY-ONE
  58. FIFTY-TWO
  59. Acknowledgments
  60. About the Author
  61. Back Ads
  62. Back Cover

A thump and a whoosh made Mitch jump. Marge appeared beside his chair, breathless.

“Dorothy had so many creative ideas.” Her eyes were bright. “We set the date for Saturday, November twenty-seventh.”

“That’s great,” Frank said.

“It doesn’t give us much time, but everyone’s going to pitch in.”

Frank nodded. “Just let me know what you need from me.”

His eyes turned on Mitch, and Marge’s followed. They looked at him expectantly.

“Uh, yeah, me too,” he said, swallowing hard. “Whatever you need.”

FORTY-TWO

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Bea peered at the screen. “This looks amazing.”

The website was simple but attractive. She scrolled through it on Jeremy’s laptop, clicking buttons and skimming the information. He had created an impressive internet home for Mr. Van Dyken’s store.

Jeremy nodded. “I’m pretty happy with it. Mr. Van Dyken still has his doubts, but he said he’s sold five pieces since he started posting on Facebook.”

“That’s probably more than he sold all last month.”

“Actually, more than he sold in three months.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Wow.”

“And you want to know the best part?” Jeremy leaned his elbows on the kitchen table.

“What?”

“He paid me twenty bucks.”

Bea laughed. “Twenty whole dollars?”

Jeremy shrugged. “I just wanted to help. I knew he had to have customers out there if he could just reach them.”

She pointed at the screen. “I like this graphic.”

“A guy named Spencer helped me with that. He’s interested in partnering with me. He’s really talented.”

She tilted her head. “Partnering?”

Jeremy moved the laptop away and took Bea’s hands. “I want to help people like Mr. Van Dyken. At least half of the businesses I visited over the past few weeks are struggling to find customers. Spencer and I were talking, and we think—we know—we can help them build or revamp their websites, come up with new marketing ideas, and reach new customers.”

“And they would pay you to do that?”

“Well.” Jeremy gave her a self-conscious look. “Maybe not much at first. Some of the people I’ve talked to have been kind of skeptical. But when the changes we make start bringing in business, people will realize that what we have to offer is valuable. In fact, I’m waiting to hear back from three potential clients as we speak.”

Bea loved the spark in Jeremy’s eyes as he talked about it. Loved the look of the website and even the idea of partnering with another person who could help share the load and responsibility. But how long would it take before there was a profit?

The assistant-manager position at Food Farm was looking harder and harder to resist.

“That’s really great, Jeremy. Really. But what about—”