Andrea sighed. “You’re right, Hannah. I even have the clipping. Our photo was in the St. Paul Pioneer and one of my high school friends sent it to me.” Andrea turned to Delores. “I’m sorry, Mother. I never thought of that when I offered to go along. I was only trying to help.”

“I know you were, dear.”

“Is there anything else I can do?”

“I’m sure there is,” Hannah replied quickly as her mind raced to find something else, anything else, that Andrea could do to feel helpful. “I know,” she said, giving her mother a warning glance. “If you have time, you could pack us some sandwiches.”

“You want me to pack sandwiches?” Andrea asked, looking delighted at the prospect.

“Yes, dear,” Delores said, interpreting Hannah’s warning glance correctly. “Both Hannah and I will be working tomorrow and I doubt we’ll have time for lunch.”

“That’s right,” Hannah agreed. “If you could pack some sandwiches for us to take with us, we won’t have to stop on the way for food.”

“I can do that! How about some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches? Bill says I make the best peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in the world.”

“That would be great,” Hannah said, maintaining her pleasant expression by deliberately putting all thoughts of her sister’s peanut butter and jelly sandwiches out of her mind. She’d eaten Andrea’s sandwiches before and while there was nothing really wrong with them nutritionally, Andrea’s special combination of peanut butter and mint jelly on cinnamon raisin bread was one culinary experience she didn’t really care to repeat.

“How about after you make the sandwiches? Are you free then?” Michelle asked Andrea.

“Yes, I’m free. Tracey’s in Vacation Bible School, and Bethie’s going shopping with Grandma McCann right after she wakes up from her nap.”

“Good. Do you think you could help me out at the coffee shop?”

“I could do that. Do you want me to wait tables?”

“Yes, until we close. And after that, if you want, you can help us bake.”

“You want me to help you bake?”

“Yes. We need to make some more whippersnapper cookies. Lisa and I were talking about that yesterday, after we locked up at the shop. People have been asking for them.”

“They have?” Andrea looked inordinately pleased when Michelle nodded. “Oh, then of course I’ll help. Maybe I can even think up a new whippersnapper cookie when I get back home tonight.”

Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-one

“You’re right, dear,” Delores said, closing the bag with their lunch tightly and reaching back to drop it on the back seat. “It’s mint jelly.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I don’t think I’ve ever seen any other jelly that’s bright green.”

“Neither have I. It’s got to be mint. Was it on cinnamon raisin bread?”