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over it all. We have some vintage milk candlesticks or vases, a few votives, a pad of stationary, perhaps a doily or tea towel for the kitchen. Or it could be a themed basket? Take a look around and let me know if you need any more help,” I suggested. I had a few more customers walk into the store and I need to focus some attention on them.
    “I love the idea of a themed basket. I’ll just take a look around, and let you get back to work, thanks Wynne.” Stacey’s said as she walked away.
    I have to admit that Stacey doesn’t seem too bad. I don’t know what I was expecting. In my head I had visions of the ‘unknown’ lady friend coming up to me and giving me a good ole’ chick slap, right across my face, in revenge for hurting her dearly beloved. She would walk away with refined dignity, and I would be left standing there, with a red cheek, feeling utter amazement and embarrassment. Not a pretty sight, and definitely not the type of daydream that I like to have.
    It would be nice to be left in la-la land for a little while, just me and my own thoughts and weird daydreams, but I was rudely brought out of my reverie by an insistent voice that was mentioning my chocolate cake.
    “Wynne, the perfect sight for the perfect morning. Look at that cake you made. It looks absolutely delicious. Do you think it’s too early to have a slice now? Oh and see the pretty little pink rosebuds. I would have to say that the cake-decorating course you took last year has definitely paid off. A beautiful showcase. Oh, and I’ll definitely plan on enjoy your Dreamy Swiss Mocha. Of course I will take a tin of it. Wherever did you find those tins? I love them. I think you should create a display of them and sell them. They would definitely be a hot item around here. You just know how much everyone loves these cute tins. Antique aren’t they? I think my mother used to have a bunch of these when I was just a wee little lass. Now those were the days. No frills, just plain honest hard work and simplicity. That’s what got us through the day. But then, I wasn’t allowed to have chocolate for breakfast either … so on that note, I think I will have a slice of your cake.” Joan said with a note of triumph to her voice.
    “Joan, did you even take a breath during that whole speech?” I couldn’t help giggle just a teenie little bit.
    “I found those tins at a garage sale. Aren’t they darling? Tell you what, just because you are my favorite customer, how about an extra big slice of cake? You’ll need it to get through the day, and you know that I pray all the calories out of these cakes while I’m making them.” I like to spoil Joan. She is one of my favorite Latte Ladies. Sometimes it doesn’t always hurt to treat someone as if they were just a little extra special, especially when it happens to be true.
    “Well thank you my dear girl. You certainly know how to make one’s day. Now, I do believe that is Tracey I see over there sitting by herself this morning. I think she needs a good ole mama hug. Now don’t you be shaking your head. You can see that she is one hurting girl, and when the Lord told me to come over here this morning, I knew it was for a reason. That girl over there just needs to be reminded that she is loved.” With that, Joan took off over to Tracey.
    Joan is one of those sweet women who go about each day fully trusting in God to lead her. She believes that God orders the steps of a righteous man or woman in her case, and she is determined to walk each step the way God would have her. Where I tend to just stand back and give them space when they have asked for it, Joan will just walk right into that space that they hold onto so dearly and give them a hug.
    Stacey walks over to the counter with her arms full of items for her basket. I casually go through what she has picked and I have to admit, she has excellent taste. She went with a Kitchen theme. Hand soap, tarts and a tart burner, kitchen scented candles,