![]() ![]() ![]() About an hour later, Fern stood in the doorway of the bakery. The next night when Ambrose came to work there was another message on the board: Pancakes or Waffles?Īmbrose circled pancakes. Then she circled Making cookies, so he would know she had seen his offering. Maybe having a funny face wasn't such a bad thing after all.įern found a marker and wrote Making cookies or Making faces beneath Ambrose’s message on the board. ![]() She wanted to save them forever and remember the night she made Ambrose Young laugh. Squiggles and lines in black icing created a different expression on each one–frowns and smiles and scowls, edible emoticons.įern bought a dozen of her favorite ones and wondered how in the world she would ever be able to eat them, or let anyone else eat them. The cases were filled with dozens of round sugar cookies iced in cheerful pastels. She shrieked like an excited little girl seeing her favorite pop star, and then began laughing out loud. She hadn't even meant to quote Shakespeare then, but Ambrose had been too beautiful to even look at her.įern wondered at Ambrose's choice in quotes until she saw the display cases in front of the bakery. “Then maybe Ambrose Young wouldn't be too beautiful to even look at me.” “Well, if I could, I'd make myself another,” Fern retorted. ![]()
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