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Chapter One

Hank

"Howtoday, Hank?” Joey asks me cheerfully as he strides into the staff rooenerous cup of coffee

"At least a thousand," I reply, checking et out there and start directing traffic You’re running late, so happen with the car?”

"Nah," Joey replies, hitting irl"

"Don’t tell hs as he takes a sip of his coffee

"Not a chance in hell," he scoffs "It was just a one-night thing We et you set up with an account?”

"No, I’s have never appealed tofor forever, or not at all I’ less

"All right, finish that up, we need to get out there," I tell hirass band will be arriving soon enough, along with the rest of the guests for the day

These are my favorite times at the Finn Creek Cidery; these weekend festivals, early autu to turn but it’s still waret people out of their houses and down to rass once they’re tipsy enough This is our first big festival of the season, and I know that it’s going to be packed-out They always are

Early Septes a wash of warh the apple orchards is downright idyllic – or it would be, if I didn’t have soup to the entrance, right next to the freshly painted sign that announces where to go, and I can see frouy in the front that he’s in a hurry I stride over to hiroup that I hired for the day I know that I should reo along, anyway