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huge wall hanging for their new beach house. It was to be a melding of blues and greens with bright golden yellow and an abstract beach theme. Already she could picture in her mind part of what she’d sketch for their approval.
    Even the income from their small percentage of the food vans’ sales was surprisingly high, and all three owners promised to be back the next day and every weekend until the end of summer. “I’ll be bringing more hot dogs tomorrow, too. I had to ration them to one per person at the end,” said the hot-dog man with a grin.
    After the last person left, the three of them raced around madly restocking their tables. Ginnie had sold a lot of the sketches she’d done of people while they’d waited, but Taige had to raid her box of webstore bracelets as she’d sold out, and Eve brought out the pile of cell-phone covers she’d put aside as gifts for family and friends.
    “Next winter we’ll need to be intentional about stockpiling lots of things to sell, if sales continue like this,” said Taige.
    “And we’ll be taking orders for more before we know where we are,” added Eve.
    “Hell yes. Don’t sell your last one of anything, whatever you do. Keep it so you can use it for people to order more in their choice of colors,” advised Ginnie.
    Taige pulled Eve and Ginnie into her arms for a group hug. “I’m so glad we decided to do this. It was the best idea we’ve ever had.”
    “Even though we’ll likely have nothing left to sell by the end of tomorrow?” teased Ginnie.
    “Absolutely.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Morgan and Jett had discussed going to the craft market on Saturday, but decided it might be better to wait until Sunday. In the brief time they’d known Eve, they’d both gotten a clear picture of how important succeeding in this new venture was to her.
    “I don’t want to distract her from her real customers, but I’d like to look at all her yarn work. Not that I know much about it, but she’s invested in it, so it’s important to me, because it’s important to her,” said Morgan wondering if that sounded as confused as he thought it did.
    “I understand. Some of the creations on her website are stunningly beautiful and deserve to be hung in all the best homes and offices in town,” agreed Jett.
    “I was thinking maybe we could go around noon. That way we can buy some coffee and hot dogs, and at least put some money into the coffers for her that way.”
    “That sounds fair. I’ve been trying to think of any contacts we have with businesses who would like a wall hanging for their office building. Maybe for the foyer or the conference room. But I just don’t know the right people.” Jett rubbed his hands through his hair in a frustrated sort of way and Morgan smiled. That was how he felt too. He wanted to help the women but really wasn’t in the correct kind of industry for that. The wolf pack tended to keep to itself out on its own lands, rather than mingle with CEOs and businesses in town.
    But he still wanted to be there and see her surrounded by her craftwork, and her friends, and, hopefully, lots of potential buyers.
    So as not to clutter up the parking lot, they rode one of the pack’s motorcycles and came through the back of the pack lands, avoiding the roads, and arrived at the rear of the school yard right about noon. The sun was shining brightly, and plenty of people were milling around in the parking lot, sitting at the picnic tables with popcorn, and coffee, and hot dogs, or leaning against their cars, talking.
    Morgan smiled. With so many people here, surely some of them had bought something. It had to be good news for the women. He and Jett paid the small entry fee, smiling at Ginnie, who was on duty in the foyer, sketching an old lady resting on the built-in bench there. Ginnie’d captured the look on her face perfectly. Tired, but peaceful, her eyes bright and alert among the wrinkles of her face.
    “That’s really good,” said Morgan