Taking a Loaf of Bread

Tess was standing by the breadbaker stall. It was piled high with gold and crusty loaves of white, wheat and cinnamon raisin. She took off her cap and held it upturned in her hand. Nobody offered any charity. How could I possibly take care of my little sister? If I can't even... Tess stopped and breathed in through her nose. "It's so scrunchy, so irresistible"