I Serve Somewhere.

He told her she'd find someone who wants this. She found somewhere instead.At quarter past five, six mornings a week, Vera unlocks a Palo Alto bakery and starts the ovens. At six-fifteen she carries a tray up thirteen steps to her sleeping daughters. At two she counts the drawer to the dollar. On Wednesday nights she drives into the hills, where an old house keeps different hours, and serves there...