“Don’t make this difficult.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
She glanced at the shelves. “How many families actually get these boxes?”
“Over a hundred every week.”
I should start somewhere.
Beatrice looked surprised.
“That many?”
“And the number keeps growing.”
She was quiet for a moment.
Then she pointed toward a large delivery box. “Well? Are you going to show me what to do?”
I handed her an apron. “Of course. Let’s start with the turkeys.”
