#Chapter 389: Yellow Paint

Abby The paint sloshes in the can as I pour it out into the tray, wiping a bead of sweat from my brow with the other hand. “Just three more walls to go,” Leah says. “And then…” “And then another coat,” I add with a laugh. “But we can do that another day.” After I’ve finished pouring the paint into the tray, I straighten and look around. The little restaurant that I now call my own is just about ready to open; the wrought iron tables and chairs just arrived yesterday, the bar is finished, and the dining room looks sunny and bright with this fresh coat of creamy yellow paint that Leah and I have spent the day putting up. “Are you excited for the grand opening?” Leah asks as we get back to work. I can’t hide my smile. “Of course I am. I’m counting down the days.” Twelve days. Just twelve days until our grand opening of my new restaurant: Abby’s Pizza. I’ve decided to keep the menu simple, specializing in wood-fired pizzas, fresh salads made from the little gard