They had jump standards and rails in rainbows of amazing, bright colors, but Rio only knew that pain was back with a vengeance. The only thing that gave her pleasure was Kate being in the same world of hurt. Such pettiness also caused guilt since Kate was perfectly nice. It was just that Stella wanted to make sure David remembered how nice. Tuesday afternoon, once the town regulars were gone and a local book club had settled in with pie—from The Bread Basket across the street—Claudia pulled Rio into Bud’s Booth with a cup of coffee and two cookies. “What do you think now that a few days are under your belt?” she asked. “I really like it.” Her reply was honest. “You’re doing such a good job. Do you think you’re ready to work on your own tomorrow?” “Do you think I can handle it?” “I have no doubt. I also have another favor to ask.” “Sure.” “This weekend is the Wiener Feed Fund-raiser for the library. The one we’re using the crazy hot dog car for. I’m hoping you might be willing to take a shift selling hot dogs each day.
