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had no idea how she was going to back out.
    She walked purposefully across to the rear door of the building and entered. “Hello?”
    When there was no answer, she headed toward what she assumed was the front of the bakery. She pushed open a swinging door and entered chaos.
    There were people everywhere. They filled the waiting area, pushing aside tables and looking impatient.
    There were so many people, she thought, feeling a little sick to her stomach. Did they all have to come at once?
    Sid spotted her. “What took you so long?” he demanded. “We’re busy here.”
    Before she could answer, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the back. He set her purse on a small desk, then reached into a box and pulled out a hairnet.
    â€œPut this on.”
    She took it and fumbled with it for a second, before he grabbed it and shoved it on her head. After thrusting an apron in her hands, he dragged her toward the front.
    â€œMaggie will show you how to work the cash register. It’s easy. Punch in what they buy, tell them the total. Take their money. Credit cards are even easier. Good luck.”
    With that he disappeared back into the bakery, leaving Claire standing there with no idea what to do.
    The woman she’d seen the previous day handed someone change, then hurried over. “Prices are on the list here.” She showed Claire a laminated sheet of paper by a cash register. “Doughnuts, bagels, pastries. Don’t worry about the quantity button. If they buy five, hit the key five times.”
    She quickly went over the basics of the machine, showed her how to work the credit card part of it, then pointed to the glowing number on the wall. “Call the next one.”
    That was it? Thirty seconds of training and they were done? Claire looked around, not sure what to do. She glanced back at the wall.
    â€œUm, number one-sixty-eight?”
    â€œHere.” A well-dressed woman pushed to the front of the counter. “I need two dozen mixed bagels, the same with muffins, regular and fat-free cream cheese.”
    Claire went over to where the bagels sat in metal baskets. She pulled out a small brown bag, reached for a tissue and started putting one of each kind of bagel into the bag. After a couple of seconds she realized the bag wasn’t going to be big enough. She pulled out a bigger one, then didn’t know how to get the bagels from the first bag into the second one.
    â€œCan you hurry?” the woman asked impatiently. “I’m running late.”
    â€œUm, sure.” Not knowing what else to do, Claire dumped the bagels into the second bag and continued filling the bag. When she got to ten, she’d gone through all the bagels, so she started back at the top of the case, trying not to bump into Maggie and the other man working.
    She took the bagels to the woman. “I’m sorry. What else did you want?”
    The woman looked at her like she was an idiot. “Cream cheese. Regular and fat-free. And two dozen muffins. Quickly.”
    Claire turned, not sure where the cream cheese was. Maggie thrust two containers into her hands.
    â€œThanks,” Claire murmured, then went to get the muffins.
    When she’d gathered everything, she went to the cash register. Her customer handed her a credit card. Claire stared at it, then the machine.
    â€œDear God, could you go slower?” the woman muttered.
    Claire’s chest began to tighten. She ignored the pressure.
    â€œI’m sorry,” Claire said with a smile. “I’ve never done this before.”
    â€œI never would have guessed.”
    Maggie came over and took the credit card. “I’ll ring this up. You go to the next customer.”
    Claire nodded and looked at the number reader. “One seventy-four.”
    Two teenagers in uniforms stepped forward. “A cherry-cheese Danish and a medium coffee. Leave lots of room for milk, please,” the first girl