A Heart for the Town, A Knife in My Back

ot to tell Dad about what had happened. We simply told

er her name. She talked herself hoarse for over three hours and ba

ided it was a good time to star

d when my sister shook me awake. "Jill! The mayo

ymore. Our town's apples and oranges aren't selling either. Cou

still left a sour

, Jill. Our town isn't ungrateful like that. We'll pay for packaging

e's father, the mayor of my own town, who had

people in North Hollow are really nice. If you're

equipment with you. If everything feels ri

to her su

acking up my streaming gear

en the two towns was

n. Parents pointed me out to their kids, saying, "Study hard,

the orchards, everyone

you don't help us, we'll have to wake up at dawn and travel far to sell these ap

ds warmed

eir apples and oranges were in excellent conditio

audience to over 20, 000 in under 30 minutes. Then I beg

nd orders came through, selling seven to

rilled, scrambling to pick their f

calling in the town's best chef to prepare a feast.

l bellies, I was just settling in for a nap w

voice filled with rage. "You knew we were trying to sell our apples, and you

s to pay. Why wouldn't I take an opportu

tell me you're mad because

stream, we'll sell ju

ou three days. After that, whether or n