“You can smell the success,” he answered, to much

laughter. He gestured toward Marsha. “This is Marsha

Molloy. She’s the newest addition to the Saturday

Morning Sales Club.”

Brenda shook Marsha’s hand warmly. “Glad to

meet you. In sales?”

Marsha smiled. “Yep. Medical sales.”

Jake waved to the group. “I’d love to stay and chat,

but I’ve got some runs to make. I’ll leave these bags

with Maddie.” He hustled over to his truck and

unloaded the last few bags of fertilizer. Gardener,

Marsha, and Brenda waved to him as he drove off.

Gardener turned toward some bags of birdseed

and began moving them onto a pallet. He looked at

Brenda. “So why the visit?”

Brenda sighed. “I don’t know. I need a little rejuve-

nation, I guess. The economy stinks and nobody’s

buying stocks—not from me, anyway. I seem to be

losing steam faster than I should be, and losing some

business as a result. Got anything for me?”

“Hey, it’s Saturday morning, isn’t it?” Gardener

replied cheerfully. “That’s what the Saturday Morning

Sales Club is all about.” He took a break from the

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