“Please don’t call me ‘ma’am.’ I beg of you. Anna Kate is just fine.” “Do you think you’ll be needing another dozen tomorrow … Anna Kate?” I ignored the fact that she sounded physically pained to say my name instead of “ma’am,” and said, “If you’ve got them, I’ll take them. I see you’ve been working with blackberries. I could use some of those, too, if you have extra.” Suddenly, I wanted to make cobbler. A shimmer of excitement flashed in her eyes. “How much are you wanting? A pint? Quart? Gallon?” “A quart is fine. I
