Chapter 7

“Current plans being kept a secret,” said Bradley as he wrote.

“That makes it sound like I’m cooking up a brilliant scheme.”

“I ampretty good at my job,” said Bradley, not looking up. “Want to give me any boring facts? How much honey you jar, how much you sell, how many bees you have, that sort of thing.”

Shay listed off approximates and talked to a couple more people, one who bought the smallest jar of honey he sold. Then someone appeared with a camembert she had purchased at a different table and wanted to know about pairing it with the honey. Bradley became increasingly aware of how much time he was spending here, chatting with Shay, and decided he needed to wrap it up. Get back home. Actually put in some work on this article.