Hannah Maria Estevez saw the UPS truck turn into the driveway and stop. “Mama! The package man is here!” she called excitedly. Hannah hurried to open the front door. She had a pretty good idea the package was for her.
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Trevor Paul Monroe stared out the big window in the living room. He stood so close to the window that his breath fogged up the glass, so he moved a little farther to the right. Where was Grandpa?
MacKenzie Isabelle Evans looked at her mother with dismay. “I don’t want to clean my room!” she wailed. “I like it the way it is!”
Hannah Maria Estevez slowly followed her father down the sidewalk. She stopped to look in the window of the bridal shop they were passing. Such beautiful dresses! Dresses just like princesses would wear.
Joseph Anderson Donetti read his memory verse. He blinked and read it again. “Did you ever read this verse?” he asked G.M., his grandma Maddie.
Joseph Anderson Donetti followed G.M. through the automatic door of the market. “These doors are backwards,” he complained.
Joseph and Mac looked at each other. They looked back at G.M. Mac couldn’t wait another second. “Do you like it?” she asked anxiously. G.M.’s eyes twinkled. “I think it’s probably the best bread ever!” she pronounced.
MacKenzie Isabelle Evans and Joseph bent over the wastebasket and rubbed their fingers and hands. They tried to rub off all of the bread dough that was stuck to them.
“Are the two newest bakers in Jacksonville ready to begin?” Mac’s mom, Mrs. Evans, asked with a twinkle in her eye.
“Will you teach me how to make bread, too, when you teach Mac?” Joseph asked eagerly. “It sounds like fun! I like cooking.”
