“Molly, honey, you can leave that with me, and when Tristan starts behaving, he can have his fork,” Mrs. Wood said.

Molly put the fork on the napkin, as Grandpa taught us to do, and skittered away. She shot us a look across the room and rolled her eyes.

I wasn’t really sure why Molly was a runner and Kelsey and I were “on the counter,” but that’s the way it was set up.

Maybe because Molly is technically a little older than us, even though we’re all in the same grade at school. Molly was adopted, and right when she came home with Aunt Melissa and Uncle Chris, they found out they were having a baby, and that was Kelsey.

But even though Molly is ten months older, a fact she likes to point out a lot, Kelsey and Molly are pretty much the same age. Grandpa used to call them the “almost twins” until last year, when Molly threw a fit about it.

“That one has sass,” Nans said, when Molly exploded at Grandpa.

“She has spunk, and we love her for it,” said Aunt Melissa. “And she’s right. The girls aren’t twins.”

Molly’s spunk might be the other reason that she wasn’t working behind a counter. I could totally see her saying to the East twins, “Just pick a donut already!”

Plus, Molly has a lot of energy, and she doesn’t mind running around.

Donut Dreams closed at six o’clock every day. Nans said you couldn’t really keep donuts fresh past that point, and not a lot of people eat donuts at night, which is a strange but true fact. It got really, really slow in the afternoon, so I took my break.

When I came back to the counter, I worried a little bit because in our family we always talk about “business” and whether “business is slow” or “business is good.” Busy was always good, slow was not.

Jenna dropped off a tray full of food to the Woods’ table, then came over to us.

“How are you doing, girls?” she asked. “Can you spare a cinnamon donut? I’m starving.”

Kelsey reached into the case and put a cinnamon donut on a napkin.

“Oh, that was such hard work,” said Jenna. “You sure you guys can handle this job?”

“Maybe,” I said.

Jenna laughed. “You can definitely handle it. My sister Kelsey is not a fan of working.”

“Well, it’s the end of summer,” Kelsey whined. “Everyone else is at the lake today!”

“They’ve been at the lake all summer!” said Jenna. “How is today any different?” She had a point.

“Because it’s like the last stretch of summer that we should hold on to before we go back to school.”

Jenna gave her a look.

“Trust me, Kelsey,” she said. “You aren’t missing anything.”

Jenna and I agreed on life here. Jenna was always bored and always planning.