the doctors did not have a clue on what they where doing
Three days after we opened every chair was filled in the front room was filled, the air thick again with arguments, tobacco smoke, and the smell of fresh coffee cakes.Eliza was cooking up a storm, and the room had never been cleaner. I carried a tray above my head "Who wants to try some apple cake? A free sample? I offered.
"Another cup?" I asked. I picked up a mug in front of a doctor studying a chess board. He nodded, deep in concentration. He kept his finger on his queen, in danger of being captured by his opponent's pawn. "Could I get some soup, too?" he asked. " This match is far from over."
"We need more stew," I said "Two bowls."Eliza shook her head. "This keeps up and we'll be serving breakfast, too!""I have plenty of ideas," I assured her. "What if we baked small cakes and delivered them to the state house handbill advertising our new wares?" Eliza frowned