“That’s three things,” August pointed out. “Though I won’t fault you for wanting more than bread.” “Wouldn’t that be lovely? All the bread I can eat, and it’s always perfectly baked, free of mold, and never stale.” Why in the world would Ella ever be worried about moldy bread? She had a whole farm on her family’s property. “You wish for that, and I’ll wish for cheese,” he said. “Then we’ll both be perfectly happy.” “Oh, to be happy,” Martin said, and sighed. “I wonder what that’s like?” “No, you don’t. You were born scowling,”
