Then a man bought one with his coffee and stopped halfway to the door.
“Who made these?” he asked. Eli raised his hand cautiously. The man came back for two more. “They taste like Saturday at my dad’s house,” he said. Eli had expected a compliment about sweetness or texture. He had not expected somebody to tell him where a muffin could take them.
By noon, people were asking for the recipe. Eli had brought only one copy, so June put a blank sheet beside the tray and helped him write a readable version. They included the ingredients clearly so people could check whether the recipe suited them. A volunteer photocopied it at the library desk.
Eli started answering questions without looking at the floor. No, the crooked one had not been a special design. Yes, his grandfather had liked them warm. He told a woman that the recipe was
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