The Bread Is Ready, Miss, Are You All Right?

Phoebe hid the bread in a cupboard and waited an hour for it to bake. Then she grabbed another ball of dough from a tray on the baking racks. The second loaf was twice as big as the one she had hidden in the ok. Phoebe's selfish mind raced: surely that beggar woman doesn't deserve such a big, gorgeous loaf of bread? No, i'll sell this loaf to morrow and make some good money. I'm not giving it away for free.