Mr. Quepps was daydreaming about all the happy memories he had about the bakery but was rudely interrupted as security guards rushed in and reminded him that demolition was about to begin, pulling him out of the bakery and leaving the gold box abandoned on the counter.
The bakery had existed longer than anyone remembered. It was the only bakery in the small town, and it had become a meeting place. The owner was Mr. Quepps, and he had kept his bakery open for as long as possible. His livelihood and happiness was the bakery, and he could not bear to see it disappear.
Demolition was underway, and Henri surveyed the place where the bakery had been on his way home from school. The bakery was a keystone to him, a place where he could find comfort
The bakery had existed longer than anyone remembered. It was the only bakery in the small town, and it had become a meeting place. The owner was Mr. Quepps, and he had kept his bakery open for as long as possible. His livelihood and happiness was the bakery, and he could not bear to see it disappear.
Demolition was underway, and Henri surveyed the place where the bakery had been on his way home from school. The bakery was a keystone to him, a place where he could find comfort